About twenty minutes later, he drifted off to sleep, leaving his bare foot only inches from my arm. A mischievous idea occurred to me. I knew perfectly well it was ridiculous, but after his repeated refusals, I was in no mood to be accommodating.
I glanced at my seatmate.
“Would you mind blocking his view if he wakes up?”
Her eyebrows shot upward.
“Why?”
I leaned toward her and quietly explained what I had in mind. She covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.
“Oh, you’re actually doing that? You’re my queen,” she whispered, winking at me.
The man was snoring. She leaned closer.
“By the way, I’m Diane,” she whispered.
“Rebecca.”
“Well, Rebecca, this is officially the most entertaining flight I’ve ever taken.”
He remained oblivious.
