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.

When she pulled free, pink slime stretched between her fingers like melted cheese.

She wiped it on her jeans, then the armrest, leaving some on both.

She shook her head, and a sticky strand slapped her cheek and stayed there.

I felt like I’d taught her a lesson, but I had no idea what it might cost me once we landed.

She grabbed at it with the hand holding the phone. The phone stuck to her palm.

“Mom, she’s making cotton candy!” the boy shouted.

His mother tried to shush