She smirked.
“This is an airplane, lady. We’re all sharing the same space.”
Then she glanced at my other hand.
“Use your other armrest and leave me alone.”
I stared at her in disbelief.
Linda smiled, put her headphones back on, and deliberately wiggled her toes.
Ten minutes later, her foot was still in exactly the same place.
When the airplane hit a little turbulence, her dirty toes brushed against my blouse sleeve.
I turned around again.
“I’m asking you one last time. Move your foot.”
She let out a heavy sigh.
“Lady, it’s just a foot. You’re talking like I put it in your dinner plate.”
Susan, a woman of about 60 sitting next to me, twisted her face in disgust.
“That’s incredibly rude.”
Linda burst out laughing.
“Both of you need to relax. At your age, you shouldn’t get so upset over every little thing.”