I kept my voice calm. “You asked me to give your feet some air, sir. I just gave them a little color too.” He looked down, lifted his foot, and froze. All five toenails on it were glittering bright pink. A small white card was taped to his heel, covered in thick black handwriting, and nearly every passenger nearby was now craning their neck to read it.

Before he could rip it off, a flight attendant arrived, her face stern. “Ma’am, I need to speak with you right now.” My stomach dropped. The man set his foot back down, his jaw tight, and leaned so close I could smell his cologne. “Do you have any idea who I am?” he growled. “I’m a major investor in this airline.” The whole cabin went silent.