We boarded and everything seemed like it would be a smooth journey.
“Come, I’ll take your bags, Crystal,” Alton said, taking my backpack.
Finally, we settled into our seats, and soon after, the hum of the engines was the comforting white noise I needed to dose off on the flight.
But as I was pushing my seat back, I noticed something that immediately set my teeth on edge. The woman in the row behind us had her bare feet up on my husband’s seat.
“Why?” I muttered to myself at the same time the woman kicked Alton’s seat.
She was chatting animatedly with her friend, completely oblivious to how rude she was being.
I glanced at my husband, hoping that he’d do something. He’s usually so patient, but this was too much even for him.
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