I don’t know what prompted me to think about this, but during lunch today, I recalled a moment in the recent past that made me cringe in hindsight. It involved a terrible combo – nail polish and flying. Yeah, you know where this is heading…
I always like to think of myself as a considerate and respectable seat mate, but a few months ago, I did something which I later deemed to be shamefully-rude and tacky… I painted my nails in flight.
I swear I’m not a diva, and frankly, I really don’t know what happened, but I guess my girlie instincts got to the best of me, and I couldn’t stand blankly staring at my awfully-chipped nails any longer. So, something in this crazy head of mine thought it would be a brilliant idea to just whip out my pink nail polish and throw on a quick coat before landing.
The terribly-dirty looks from my seat mates instantly confirmed my thoughts that maybe my impromptu quick fix was an awful idea to begin with. Even after apologizing profusely, I still got the look of death from everyone around me. I felt like a dog with its tail between its legs for the rest of the flight.
So here’s my open letter to everyone who was on SW165 on November 23, 2012:
Dear lovely neighboring seat mates eager to get to LAS,
I still apologize for being inconsiderate in flight. From now on, I’ll stick to no-chip gel manicures.
The girl with the bad manicure.
Have you ever done anything in flight that you’ve later regretted? If so, please share!