“Eight hundred dollars.”
She laughed. “See? Ancient history.”
Then the lunch cart arrived.
The flight
attendant’s badge said Kelly.
Brittany flung her hair back to take a selfie with her tray, and the ends went straight into my rice.
“Excuse me! Your hair is in my lunch.”
She didn’t even turn. “Then don’t eat it.”
Then the lunch cart arrived.
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“Problem solved.”
“Not quite. I would like to eat the rest of it.”
“Lady, you’re making a huge deal out of nothing.”
“You wouldn’t happen to have my fork up there, would you? It seems to have disappeared.”
Across the aisle,
a teenage boy snorted. His mother pinched him. Her own mouth was twitching.
“Problem solved.”
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.