My husband Clark really outdid himself this time. For our holiday trip to visit his family, he booked first class tickets for himself and his mom, leaving me stuck in economy with our two kids. I was beyond frustrated but decided not to just sit back—I was going to teach him a lesson.
Clark volunteered to handle the flights, which I thought was a relief at first. But when I asked about our seats at the airport, he casually mentioned he’d upgraded only himself and his mom to first class, “because she needs to be comfortable on long flights.”
Meanwhile, I was left to manage the kids in cramped economy seats.Watching him and his mom walk away with their fancy luggage and bubbly champagne, I quietly planned my little revenge.
At security, while Clark and his mom were distracted, I slipped his wallet into my bag without him noticing.Once on the plane, Clark was enjoying the perks—gourmet meals, top-shelf liquor—the whole first class experience.
I was stuck with airline pretzels and juice, but secretly, I was loving every minute. Two hours in, the inevitable happened: the flight attendant came around with the bill, and Clark suddenly realized his wallet was missing.
Panic set in. He tried to convince the crew to let him pay later, but no luck. Desperate, he snuck down to economy and begged me for money. I acted sympathetic but only handed over a small amount, telling him he might need to ask his mom to cover the rest.