A young woman mocked my age at the airport, then spent our entire flight throwing her long hair into my face and food. She thought a 73-year-old woman couldn’t fight back. Good thing I’d made one very unusual purchase at duty-free.

an hour later, I was ready to launch myself into orbit from sheer rage.

“Seriously, why are you so obsessed with my hair?”

“I’m not obsessed. I’m simply sitting behind it.”

“You’re jealous. When was the last time you had hair like this? Fifty years ago?”

My hair is short and silver now, and I don’t miss the old kind.

I raised three children and buried a husband, and I’m not apologizing for a single year.

“Actually, I had rather lovely hair during the Reagan administration.”

“Eight hundred dollars.”

She