I smiled. She didn’t.
Then the complaints began, and they didn’t stop.
A baby started fussing a few rows back. “Wonderful. Six hours of someone else’s child.”
The man across the aisle opened a bag of chips. “Has everyone forgotten basic manners?”
She put on a pair of fancy headphones, and I thought, Good. Peace and quiet. Five minutes later she yanked them off.
“Unbelievable. The battery’s dead.”
“Maybe one of the flight attendants could help you charge them,” I offered.
“I didn’t ask for your advice.”
Fair enough. I went back to my magazine.
A minute later, she tapped my arm.
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