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.

wine for my nerves. When the plane shook, I held it with both hands like a chalice.

Then the hair went in.

Not near it. In. The ends swirled in my wine like a paintbrush in a jar.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake.”

“What now?!”

“Your hair is in my wine.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be drinking at your age anyway.”

“I beg your pardon?”

She lifted the phone over the seat.

“Guys, she’s giving me the angry grandma look!”

“Would you please take that thing out of my face?”

“Relax. I