“I believe I have just been assaulted by a shampoo advertisement.”
I laughed.
“Should we report it?”
“I would, but the paperwork would be enormous.”
Then Brittany looked toward our row.
Her expression changed.
“Oh, my God. Not you again.”
I gave her my sweetest smile.
“Small world.”
“Are you following me?”
“No, dear. Your perfume arrived before you did.”
Harold turned toward the window, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
Brittany marched to her seat directly in front of mine.
Of course she did.
Once the aircraft had taken off and the seat-belt sign was switched off, she stood in the aisle again.
“Okay, guys. You wanted to see the back view. Here it is.”
She turned slowly, showing her followers the length of her extensions.
“Eight hundred dollars, guys. Eight hundred. Every penny was worth it.”
Then she dropped into her seat and tossed the entire length of her hair over the backrest.
