Even a passing flight attendant struggled to keep her expression professional.
He scowled at the attention.
“What?”
Nobody answered. He looked down and turned red. He wheeled around to face me.
“What the hell did you do?!”
I greeted him with my sweetest smile.
“Oh, you noticed! I thought your feet might enjoy some decoration while they were breathing.”
“You humiliated me!”
“I asked you to move your foot three times. You refused.”
“And you were incredibly rude about it.”
“I want to speak to whoever’s in charge here!”
A flight attendant came over to find out what was happening.
“Sir, what’s the problem?”
“Look at my feet! This woman did this while I was sleeping!”
She looked at his decorated feet.
“Well, sir, I suggest you put your shoes on. And please keep your feet within your own seating area.”
“That’s not the point!”
He bent down and started yanking at the rings. The purple one slipped off easily, but the pink one remained stubbornly in place. Diane offered him a napkin.
