From France to the Emirates. The crowded company of young French Arabs - worshipers, jump on chairs, knock on something, interfere with everyone. No one dares to comment on them. I think a little and I decide that we are in the plane anyway, not really they are crazy here to attack me.
I turn around and ask the whole company to behave decently. Without problems, we remain silent and continue to fly quietly. The young Hindu sitting on my left stopped rubbing and smiled. In an improved atmosphere, he raised his screen from the pen of the chair, and I too. They don’t always work, I wasn’t lucky on the last flight and my screen couldn’t turn on, it remained black. But my was okay, but the poor Hindu was not. I tried to help him by just turning off and turning on his screen, sometimes it helps.
“Madame,” he said timidly and politely, “I just want to watch the news.”
And I have already entered the role of a noble knight in glowing armor, who will now be able to deal with everyone.
But by turning off his screen for the fifteenth time in half an hour, I didn’t anything – it was still black! The Hindu only quietly repeated, “Madame, I just wanted to watch the news.”
Well, what a shame, it finally exploded, “Now I’ll call the stewardess here to do something right away!”
And here, bending to the left in the passage to call the stewardess, I open my mouth in horror and realize that the screen seems black only from my place, and so it works, and I have already twenty times "forbidden" the poor man to watch the news, turning him off everything, and the unfortunate patiently picked up every time.
I could not stop laughing until the end of the flight. The Hindu too.