A drunk woman sat in front of me on the plane last night.
I’m sorry. I can’t be kind and just ignore. This needs to be documented.
It’s important to set the scene. We had just arrived in Seattle from London and this was the last stretch of a long day of flying. The plane was small, two seats on each side, little scooch sideways aisle. We board, I sit next to Maggie and Michael is on the aisle across. In front of Michael sit two woman, professional golfers. In front of me sits a young guy, I learn shortly into the flight that he knows the other two women and he too is a golfer.
Enter drunk lady. Black Juicy-type sweatsuit, huge rock, dress flats and a very large purse. In the fifteen minutes it took from boarding to the plane reaching for the sky, here’s what I learned. Her shoes…
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Jane Wilson 