I almost threw up on a plane when a woman sitting behind me with a strong obese put her dirty, smelly bare foot right on my armrest. When I asked her to clean her leg, she laughed and said, “My feet need air. Don’t like it, get to another place!” I’ve never seen such shame. I decided to teach her a lesson, and soon the whole plane laughed at her. But when I found out who this woman really was and where she was flying, I regretted that I did it at all… 
My name is Mary. I am 63 years old, I am a mother of two children and grandmother of three grandchildren thief.
That day, I was flying from Chicago to Los Angeles to visit my daughter. It was my first long journey alone after my husband died.
