Her long hair was sprawled across my screen during the flight, blocking my view: I had no choice but to give this rude “Rapunzel” a little lesson

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⚠️ Her long hair was sprawled across my screen during the flight, blocking my view: I had no choice but to give this rude “Rapunzel” a little lesson 👀 🤔

After several days running between files and tight deadlines, I had only one obsession: this flight had to be my escape. A few hours suspended in the air, a movie, a little rest… and finally forget about everyday life.

No sooner had I settled in than I let out a sigh of relief. But that moment of grace was abruptly interrupted. In front of me, a passenger in her twenties had just sat down. And immediately, her long dark hair slipped lazily… right onto my screen. No image at all, just a curtain of hair.

I initially chose diplomacy. A small gesture, a polite remark. She apologized with a quick smile and tucked her strands back in front of her. I thought the incident was over. But barely ten minutes later, the hair cascade reappeared, spread across my seat once again.

This time, she ignored my request, as if I didn’t exist. That’s when an idea crossed my mind. No shouting, no unnecessary argument. No… a subtle but unforgettable lesson.

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Her long hair was sprawled across my screen during the flight, blocking my view: I had no choice but to give this rude “Rapunzel” a little lesson

I calmly took a few pieces of chewing gum from my bag, chewed them slowly, one by one, my gaze lost in the window. Then, discreetly, I began sticking the little sticky lumps into her strands, patiently, strand by strand.

After about fifteen minutes, the young woman froze. Her fingers ran through her hair, encountering the sticky texture. Her face fell.

— But… what is this?!

I didn’t look up from my screen. My voice remained calm:

— The consequences of your rudeness.

— You’re crazy! she whispered, panicked.

I leaned in slightly, without raising my voice:

— You have two choices. Either you finish the flight like this, and your hairdresser will solve the problem with their scissors. Or I handle it right now with the small nail scissors I have in my bag. Which do you prefer?