A”She Rested Her Filthy Feet on My Husband’s Plane Seat—So I Made Sure She’d Regret It”
The moment she slid into the aisle seat behind us, I sensed something wasn’t quite right. Maybe it was the way her oversized, bubblegum-pink jacket scraped sharply against my arm without so much as an apology, or the exaggerated groan she emitted—as if the entire concept of air travel personally insulted her dignity. Whatever it …
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