My husband, Clark, is one of those workaholic types who always seems to prioritize his job over everything else. So, when he booked our flights for a family vacation, I thought he was just trying to make things easier for me. Little did I know, he had a surprise in store – a first-class upgrade for himself and his mother, while our kids and I were relegated to economy.
As we boarded the plane, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance. Clark seemed oblivious to my frustration, too busy enjoying his luxurious amenities to notice. That’s when I remembered I had his wallet, and a plan began to form in my mind.
As the flight attendants began serving meals, Clark ordered the most expensive items on the menu, complete with top-shelf liquor. Meanwhile, I was stuck with airline pretzels and water. But I wasn’t about to let him get away with his selfishness that easily.
About 30 minutes later, Clark began frantically searching his pockets for his wallet. His face turned pale as he realized it was missing, and he started gesturing wildly to the flight attendant. I sat back, munching on my popcorn, enjoying the show.
Clark eventually made his way to our economy seats, looking like a scolded schoolboy. “Soph, I need some cash,” he whispered urgently. “I think I lost my wallet.” I pretended to rummage through my purse, finally producing $200. “Will that help?” I asked innocently.
The look of desperation on his face was priceless. As he turned to leave, I called out sweetly, “Hey, doesn’t your mom have her credit card? I’m sure she’d be happy to help!” The color drained from his face as he realized he’d have to ask his mother to bail him out.
The rest of the flight was delightfully awkward. Clark and his mother sat in stony silence, their first-class experience thoroughly ruined. Meanwhile, I enjoyed my economy seat with a newfound sense of satisfaction.
As we disembarked, Clark was still frantically searching for his wallet. I kept my secret hidden, enjoying the fact that I had the upper hand for once. It was a small victory, but it was sweet nonetheless.
As we walked out of the airport, I couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. I’d keep the wallet hidden for a while longer, treating 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’re all in this together… economy or first class!
