“I DON’T CARE! LOOK AT MY HAIR!”
And that brings us back to the screaming. One woman, one cabin, and my crime on her head.
Kelly got her into her seat. The phone was still glued to Brittany’s palm, screen out, pointed at her own face.
“Somebody turn it off! The stream! I can’t, my fingers are stuck!”
“I WANT OFF THIS PLANE!”
“Hold still.”
I took the phone by its edges with a napkin, found the red button and pressed it. It took three tries.
The screen was slimy.
I couldn’t help seeing the last screenful before it went dark.
LMAOOO
somebody get her some oil
The screen was slimy.
why is nobody helping her
bro she literally threw her hair in grandma’s lunch for an HOUR
grandma is my hero ngl
“What are they saying?” Brittany asked.
“They’re worried about your hair.”
