Without taking my focus away from the television, I calmly stated, “This is the result of your arrogance.” “You’re insane!”
“And you’re disrespectful. Now you have two choices. One alternative is to continue the flight as is and eventually chop off half of your hair. Two: I can help you right now with a small pair of scissors. I carry manicure scissors in my bag. “Want that?”
The girl turned paler. I leaned in closer and added quietly, “If you throw your hair like that again, you’ll be bald the next time.” “I am very precise—even in turbulence.”
She sat still for the remainder of the flight. I relaxed and began watching the movie as her hair was neatly put in a tight bun. I cherished my well-deserved serenity.
