**Diary Entry 12th June**
My husband and I had been dreaming of a holiday for ages, but something always came up. Finallymiracle of miracleswe managed to carve out a few days. We booked our flights at the last minute, so our seats were in different rows. I didnt mind muchwhat mattered was that wed finally be at the seaside together. A couple of hours apart on the plane wouldnt hurt.
I spotted her the moment I boarded. A young womancouldnt have been more than twentyperched next to my husband, dressed in tiny denim shorts, bright red lipstick, and lashes thick enough to fan a fire. Im not the jealous type, so I shrugged it off. *Fine, let her sit there.*
But halfway through the flight, I noticed her act was lets say, overly familiar. She leaned in, whispering things to him, giggling at every wordeven when he gave one-word replies. She kept *accidentally* brushing his hand, asking him to pass her water, help with her bag. My husband stayed polite but disinterested. Then she stretched her legs out, propping them on the seat in frontright in his line of sight, as if putting herself on display.
Thats when Id had enough.
I stood, grabbed my coffee, and strolled down the aisle. I leaned over, kissed my husbands cheekand *oops*my hand *just* tipped enough to spill a drop onto her thigh.
She shrieked like shed been scalded. *”Are you mad? These are brand-new!”*
I kept my smile sweet. *”Oh, I noticed. Youve been showing them off all flighthard to miss. Maybe now youll sit properly?”*
She huffed, rummaged out some joggers, and stormed off to the loo. My husband shot me a look that said, *”Youre impossible.”* I settled into my seat, flipping open a magazine for the first time all flightblissfully undisturbed.
**Lesson learned:** Some people need a nudge to remember their manners. A well-timed accident works wonders.
