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.

to have disappeared.”

Across the aisle, a teenage boy snorted. His mother pinched him. Her own mouth was twitching.

I pressed the call button. Kelly took away my tray and asked Brittany to keep her hair on her side.

“Fine! Whatever!”

Kelly left. Brittany turned to her phone.

“Guys, apparently I’m not allowed to have hair on this plane.”

Then she flung it straight back.

“Oops.”

My replacement lunch arrived.

I ate in peace for exactly two minutes.

I don’t like flying, and I’d ordered a small glass of white