My entitled husband booked first class for himself and his mom, leaving me in economy with the kids. But I wasn\u2019t going to just sit back. I made sure his \u201cluxury\u201d experience had a little turbulence, turning his flight into a lesson he won\u2019t forget.I\u2019m Sophie and let me tell you about my husband, Clark. You know the workaholic, always stressed type, who probably thinks his job is the center of the universe? Don\u2019t get me wrong, I get it, but hello? Being a mom isn\u2019t exactly a spa day either. Anyway, he really outdid himself this time. You ready for this?Okay, so we were supposed to be visiting his family for the holidays last month.\n
The whole point was to relax, bond as a family, and give the kids some fun memories. Simple enough, right? Clark volunteered to book the flights, and I thought, \u201cGreat, one less thing for me to worry about.\u201d Oh, how naive I was.\u201dClark, honey, where are our seats?\u201d I asked, juggling our toddler on one hip and a diaper bag on the other. The airport was a maze of stressed-out families and businesspeople rushing to their gates. Clark, my dear husband of eight years, was busy tapping away on his phone. \u201cOh, um, about that\u2026\u201d he mumbled, not even looking up. I felt a knot forming in my stomach. \u201cWhat do you mean, \u2018about that\u2019?\u201dHe finally pocketed his phone and gave me that sheepish grin I\u2019d come to dread. \u201cWell, I managed to snag an upgrade for me and Mom to first class. You know how she gets on long flights, and I really need to catch up on some peaceful rest\u2026\u201d Wait.\n
An upgrade for just the two of them? I stared at him, waiting for the punchline. It didn\u2019t come. \u201cSo, let me get this straight,\u201d I snapped. \u201cYou and your mother are sitting in first class, while I\u2019m stuck in economy with both kids?\u201dClark had the audacity to shrug. The nerve of this guy. Argh. \u201cAh, c\u2019mon. Stop being a drama queen! It\u2019s just a few hours, Soph. You\u2019ll be fine.\u201dAs if on cue, his mother Nadia appeared, designer luggage in tow. \u201cOh, Clark! There you are. Are we ready for our luxurious flight?\u201d She smirked as if she\u2019d won an Olympic medal and I swear I could\u2019ve melted under her gaze.I watched as they sauntered off towards the first-class lounge, leaving me with two cranky kids and a growing desire for revenge. \u201cOh, it\u2019ll be luxurious alright,\u201d I muttered, a delicious, petty plan brewing in my head. \u201cJust you wait.\u201d As we boarded the plane, I couldn\u2019t help but notice the grim difference between first class and economy. Clark and Nadia were already sipping champagne while I struggled to fit our carry-on into the overhead bin.\u201dMommy, I want to sit with Daddy!\u201d our five-year-old whined. I forced a smile. \u201cNot this time, sweetie.\n
Daddy and Grandma are sitting in a special part of the plane.\u201d \u201cWhy can\u2019t we sit there too?\u201d \u201cBecause Daddy\u2019s a special kind of jerk.\u201d \u201cWhat was that, Mommy?\u201d \u201cNothing, honey. Let\u2019s get you buckled in.\u201dAs I settled the kids, I caught a glimpse of Clark reclining in his spacious seat, looking all too pleased with himself. That\u2019s when I remembered I had his wallet. Yep! Here\u2019s how! As we navigated the security checkpoint earlier, I subtly lagged behind. While Clark and Nadia were engrossed in a conversation, I discreetly slipped my hand into his carry-on. I quickly located his wallet, slipped it into my bag, and resumed my place in line as if NOTHING had happened. Smart, right? I know! I know! Okay, so back to where we left off. A wicked grin spread across my face as I watched Clark. This flight was about to get a lot more interesting.Two hours into the flight, my kids were asleep, and I was enjoying the peace and quiet. That\u2019s when I saw the flight attendant approaching the first-class cabin with a tray of gourmet meals. Yum!It was like watching a dog drool over a juicy steak while I was stuck with airline pretzels. I watched as Clark ordered the most expensive items on the menu, complete with top-shelf liquor, indulging in every luxury available.\u201dWould you like anything from the snack cart, ma\u2019am?\u201d another flight attendant asked me. I smiled. \u201cJust water, please. And maybe some popcorn.\n
I have a feeling I\u2019m about to watch quite a show.\u201d The attendant looked confused but obliged. As expected, about thirty minutes later, I saw Clark frantically searching his pockets. The color drained from his face as he realized his wallet was missing.I couldn\u2019t hear what was being said, but his body language told me everything. The flight attendant was standing firm, hand outstretched, waiting for payment. Clark was gesturing wildly, his voice rising just enough for me to catch snippets. \u201cBut I\u2019m sure I had it\u2026 Can\u2019t we just\u2026 I\u2019ll pay when we land!\u201d I sat back, munching on my popcorn. The in-flight entertainment had nothing on this. Jeez, this was EPIC!Finally, the moment I\u2019d been waiting for arrived. Clark, looking like a scolded schoolboy, made his way down the aisle to economy class. And to me! \u201cSoph,\u201d he whispered urgently, crouching next to my seat. \u201cI can\u2019t find my wallet. Please tell me you have some cash.\u201d I put on my best-concerned face. \u201cOh no! That\u2019s terrible, honey. How much do you need?\u201d He winced. \u201cUh, about $1500?\u201d I nearly choked on my water. \u201cThousand five hundred bucks? What on earth did you order? The blue whale?!\u201d\u201dLook, it doesn\u2019t matter,\u201d he hissed, glancing nervously back at first class. \u201cDo you have it or not?\u201dI made a show of rummaging through my purse. \u201cLet\u2019s see\u2026 I\u2019ve got about $200. Will that help?\u201d The look of desperation on his face was priceless. \u201cIt\u2019s better than nothing, I guess. Thanks.\u201d As he turned to leave, I called out sweetly, \u201cHey, doesn\u2019t your mom have her credit card? I\u2019m sure she\u2019d be happy to help!\u201dThe color drained from Clark\u2019s face as he realized he\u2019d have to ask his mother to bail him out. This was better than any revenge I could have planned.\n
The rest of the flight was delightfully awkward. Clark and Nadia sat in stony silence, their first-class experience thoroughly ruined. Meanwhile, I enjoyed my economy seat with a newfound joy.As we began our descent, Clark made one more trip back to economy.\u201dSoph, have you seen my wallet? I\u2019ve looked everywhere.\u201d I put on my most innocent face. \u201cNo, honey. Are you sure you didn\u2019t leave it at home?\u201d He ran his hands through his hair, frustration evident. \u201cI could\u2019ve sworn I had it at the airport. This is a nightmare.\u201d \u201cWell,\u201d I said, patting his arm, \u201cat least you got to enjoy first class, right?\u201d The look he gave me could have curdled milk. \u201cYeah, real enjoyable.\u201dAs he skulked back to his seat, I couldn\u2019t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. Lesson learned! After the flight, Clark was looking as sour as a lemon. Nadia had wisely disappeared into the restroom, probably to avoid the look on his face. I couldn\u2019t blame her. It was one of those classic \u201cif looks could kill\u201d moments, and Clark\u2019s mood wasn\u2019t improving. \u201cI can\u2019t believe I lost my wallet,\u201d Clark muttered, patting down his pockets for the tenth time.\u201dAre you sure you didn\u2019t leave it in first class?\u201d I asked, doing my best to keep a straight face. He shot me a glare. \u201cI already checked. Twice.\u201dI bit my lip, holding back the grin threatening to break free. This was too good. \u201cMaybe it fell out during one of those fancy meals they served you.\u201d \u201cVery funny, Soph. This isn\u2019t a joke. There\u2019s gotta be a way to track it down.\u201dHe then let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping. \u201cI just hope someone didn\u2019t pick it up and run off with it. All our cards are in there.\u201d \u201cYeah, that would suck!\u201d As Clark continued to grumble about his missing wallet, I casually zipped my purse shut, keeping my little secret tucked safely inside. I wasn\u2019t about to let him off the hook just yet.Besides, there was something oddly satisfying about watching him squirm a little after ditching us for first class.As we walked out of the airport, I couldn\u2019t help but feel a little giddy. I\u2019d keep the wallet hidden for a while longer and treat myself to something nice with his card before handing it back. A little creative justice never hurt anyone! So, fellow travelers, remember: if your partner ever tries to upgrade themselves and leave you behind, a little creative justice might just be the ticket to a happier journey. After all, in the flight of life, we\u2019re all in this together\u2026 economy or first class!\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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