After several days of hard work, I finally boarded the flight. This flight was going to be my salvation—a few hours to clear my head, watch a movie, and relax.

I only had dreams about silence and tranquility. But as soon as the plane began taxiing, my dreams were abruptly interrupted. In front of me sat a young woman, barely in her twenties. As soon as she sat down, she tossed her long, thick hair over my tray table, nearly blocking my entire screen.

I did not want any battles. I politely asked her to remove her hair; she apologized and did so. However, ten minutes later, her hair was back in my zone. I re-inclined forward, coming again my desire.

She didn’t even turn around and strained not to hear me. And abruptly something clicked within me. I decided this soaring beauty needed a brief yet remarkable direction.

So, this is what I did. I’ll tell you, and I’m curious if you believe I did the right thing. I pulled three pieces of gum from my bag one at a time and chewed them carefully.

Then, maintaining a completely neutral demeanor, I began carefully placing them into her hair. Strand by strand. She waited around fifteen minutes before turning around, suspecting something was amiss.

She caressed her hair—then froze. “What…is…this?” she yelled while fighting to remove the gum.

Without taking my focus away from the television, I calmly stated, “This is the result of your arrogance.” “You’re insane!”

“And you’re disrespectful. Now you have two choices. One alternative is to continue the flight as is and eventually chop off half of your hair. Two: I can help you right now with a small pair of scissors. I carry manicure scissors in my bag. “Want that?”

The girl turned paler. I leaned in closer and added quietly, “If you throw your hair like that again, you’ll be bald the next time.” “I am very precise—even in turbulence.”

She sat still for the remainder of the flight. I relaxed and began watching the movie as her hair was neatly put in a tight bun. I cherished my well-deserved serenity.