“That’s not the point!”
He bent down and started yanking at the rings. The purple one slipped off easily, but the pink one remained stubbornly in place. Diane offered him a napkin.
“Here. This might help you get a better grip.”
“I don’t need your help!”
He nearly fell before the ring came loose. A passenger behind us let out a snort.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” he snapped.
He stuffed the ring into his pocket and stomped toward the restroom, still displaying those unmistakable pink toenails.
Diane bent toward me, thoroughly amused.
“I think he’s going to remember you.”
I gave a quiet laugh.
“Oh, I’m counting on it.”
He had no idea I recognized him, and I certainly had no intention of revealing that while we were still on the plane. And if he believed a surprise pedicure would be his worst experience that week, he had another unpleasant surprise coming.
