A Man Hung His Filthy, Sweaty Socks over the Airplane Seat in Front of Him, Inches from a Woman's Head – When He Woke Up, He Looked Around and Shouted, 'Who Did This?!'

I glanced behind me again.

Still snoring.

The plane was flying smoothly.

I reached up to the sock cuffs hanging over my head.

    I glanced behind me again.

I folded each napkin into a narrow strip, slipped it into a clear pouch, and pressed the seal shut.

Then I tucked one pouch beneath the rolled edge of each sock cuff, with the writing facing inward.

The plastic was thin enough to stay hidden and would keep the damp fabric from smearing the ink.

    The plastic was thin enough to stay hidden.

No tape, no glue, and nothing that could damage the socks.

I was finished in seconds.

Then I sat back and picked up my sparkling water.

The teenager stared at me.

I raised one finger to my lips.

    I was finished in seconds.

She nodded so enthusiastically that her mother had to look away again.