Regarding Brian O’Neill’s Aug. 31 column (“Something Stinks About How People Act in Public Now”), in which he mentioned “random acts of rudeness”: How about yet another airline adventure?
I was on an “almost nonstop flight” to Denver, the kind that made a stop in Chicago but those of us with the Denver destination did not have to get off. On the first leg I got a seat next to a young woman. She sat at the window, and I in the middle. The doors closed, seat belts clicked and our flight began.
At this moment the young woman reached for her purse and to my surprise she produced a little pair of scissors and with lightning speed she started to tend to her cuticles. The white stuff, almost like dandruff, was flying everywhere. Edward Scissorhands would have been envious! She worked and worked furiously on all 10, turning her hand this way and that during the entire first leg of that flight — minimum an hour, I guess. It was frighteningly disgusting. Her trip ended in Chicago, where she left her dark upholstered seat, next to mine, utterly covered with whitish cuticle snow.
Then a cleaning crew entered the almost empty plane taking care of the cabin around us passengers before new ones were let in. I raised my hand and pointed to the horror next to me, telling the cleaning person the origin of the mess. He looked down on the seat and said, “Eeeeewwww, I am not touching that!” and he moved down the aisle. You KNOW I jumped up and changed my seat!