A Slim Woman Sitting Next to a Passenger Teased Her Weight Throughout the Flight and Kept Saying She Took up…

For hours, the woman beside me complained about my weight, my eating, and even my breathing. When I finally changed seats, I left her a little surprise that soon had the entire cabin wide awake.

At 61, I’d learned two important things: life is too short to worry about other people’s opinions, and you’re never too old for a good prank.

I was flying overnight.

I’ve lived with type 2 diabetes for years, and yes, I’m overweight. I’ve made peace with my body, although I’d be lying if I said the occasional nasty remark didn’t sting.

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That October, I was flying overnight to visit my daughter and two grandchildren for Halloween.

My granddaughter, eight, wanted to be a witch, while her ten-year-old brother had requested a vampire costume.

I’d spent weeks sewing both outfits, adding enough dramatic details to make a Hollywood costume designer jealous.

I’ve made peace.

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My suitcase was also stuffed with candy and decorations.

And inside my carry-on, wrapped carefully in a blanket, was a very special surprise for my grandson, who adored scary movies and Halloween pranks.

My daughter always said, “Mom, sometimes I think I’ve got three children instead of two.”

I boarded the plane.

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I considered that a compliment.

I boarded the plane in excellent spirits and settled into my usual aisle seat. It made getting up easier, and I preferred having a little freedom to move without disturbing anyone.

Unfortunately, the woman sitting by the window seemed determined to ruin my good mood before we’d even taken off.

I smiled politely.

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My seatmate looked about 40. She was skinny, impeccably dressed, and wore an expensive watch.

Her perfume was so strong I wondered whether she’d spilled the entire bottle on herself.

The moment I sat down, she looked me up and down, then sighed.

I smiled politely. She didn’t smile back.

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“Wonderful.”

Before we’d even taken off, a baby started fussing a few rows behind us.

“Wonderful. Six hours of listening to somebody else’s child.”

Then a man across the aisle opened a bag of chips.

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“Does nobody understand basic manners anymore?” she muttered.

“The battery’s dead!”

Finally, she put on a pair of expensive-looking headphones.

I thought we might have some peace.

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Unfortunately, five minutes later, she ripped them off.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! The battery’s dead!”

“Maybe the flight attendant could help you charge them?” I suggested.

She tapped my arm.

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“I don’t need your advice.”

I returned to my magazine. A minute later, she tapped my arm.

“Could you stop making that noise?”

“What noise?”

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“That awful breathing. It’s like sitting next to a broken vacuum cleaner.”

She glared.

I blinked.

“Well, I could try holding my breath, but I don’t think I’d make it to landing.”

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She glared at me. Apparently, humor wasn’t among her interests.

Trying to lighten the mood, I mentioned that I was visiting my grandchildren for Halloween.

She grimaced.

“I hate Halloween.”

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“Ugh. I hate Halloween. Those disgusting decorations, creepy dolls, horrible masks. I can’t even watch horror movies without having nightmares.”

“My grandson loves all that stuff.”

“I don’t understand why people enjoy frightening each other. It’s sick.”

I pictured my grandson hearing that. He’d probably start planning a dozen pranks before she finished speaking.