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.

murmured.

“Then keep your hair to yourself.”

“At my age, that’s not difficult.”

Brittany sat up.

The boy across the aisle saw it first.

“Mom! Look!”

“Don’t stare.”

“But there’s something in her hair!”

“What? What are you all looking at?”Nobody answered. The boy had both hands over his mouth.

She flipped her phone around to use it as a mirror.

The stream was still live, so eleven hundred people got the view with her.

Pink. Glittering. Sitting on her shoulder.

“WHAT IS THAT?!”

She poked it. Her finger