On a long flight, the woman behind us kept sticking her bare feet on my husband’s seat. I didn’t want a scene, but I wasn’t letting it slide either.
Then I remembered the lavender oil in my bag—relaxing in small doses, overpowering up close. Each time her feet crept forward, I’d uncap it just enough.
Soon she was frowning, whispering to her friend, and finally pulled her feet back for good.
When we landed, she shot me a look—half annoyed, half impressed. I just smiled. Sometimes the best comeback is a little creativity.
