A Frustrating Sight
Emily let out a frustrated sigh as she stared at the cascade of hair spilling over her tray table. It felt like something straight out of a sitcom—only it wasn’t the least bit amusing. The intrusive strands made it impossible to use her table without them tangling in her belongings. Where could she even set her drink or meal without encountering this irritating obstacle? Her patience was wearing thin, and the thought of enduring several more hours of this was enough to drive her mad.
A Frustrating Sight
Request Denied
Summoning her patience, Emily leaned forward and tapped the girl’s shoulder lightly. “Excuse me, could you please move your hair? It’s hanging over my tray,” she asked gently. The girl turned, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “No can do,” came the smug, dismissive reply. Emily blinked, momentarily stunned by the audacity. Leaning back in her seat, she shook her head, trying to process the strange encounter.
Request Denied
