It caught him across the face. His glasses went one way. His bag went the other.
I caught the bag.
“Thank you.” He retrieved his glasses. “I believe I’ve just been assaulted by a shampoo commercial.”
“I believe you have.”
“Should I file a report?”
“It would be a long form. There’s a lot of surface area.”
“I believe I’ve just been assaulted by a shampoo commercial.”
He smiled. “Harold.”
“Martha.”
“Martha, I do hope she isn’t sitting near us.”
She sat down directly in front of my seat.
Of course she did.
“Oh my God. Not you again.”
She sat down directly in front of my seat.
“What a small world.”
“Are you following me?”
“No, dear. Your perfume arrived first.”
When the seat belt sign went off, she stood up in the aisle with the phone held behind her.
“Okay, guys, you asked for the back view.”
