My Husband Bought First Class Tickets for Himself and His Mom Leaving Me and the Kids in Economy, My Lesson to Him Was Harsh
My husband, in his usual way, decided to treat himself and his mother to first-class seats while leaving me in economy with our two kids. If he thought I’d just quietly accept that, he was in for a surprise. Let’s just say, I made sure his luxurious flight wasn’t quite as relaxing as he expected.
Hi, I’m Sophie, and let me introduce you to my husband, Clark. He’s the type who’s completely absorbed in his job, acting like it’s the most important thing in the world. Don’t get me wrong, I understand work is important, but so is being a mom! And this time, Clark crossed a line.
Last month, we were heading to visit his family for the holidays, a trip meant to be full of relaxation and family time. Clark volunteered to book the flights, which I thought was great—one less thing for me to worry about. Little did I know, that was the beginning of my troubles.
At the airport, while juggling our toddler and diaper bag, I asked Clark, “Where are our seats?” assuming we’d be sitting together.
Without even looking up from his phone, he casually said, “Oh, about that… I got an upgrade for me and Mom to first class. You know how she gets on long flights, and I need some rest too.”
Wait, what? “So, you’re telling me that you and your mother are sitting in first class while I’m back in economy with both kids?”
He shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Soph, it’s just a few hours. You’ll be fine.”
Right then, his mom appeared, all smiles and excitement, ready for her first-class experience. I couldn’t believe it. Watching them stroll off to the first-class lounge, leaving me with two cranky kids, I decided they weren’t going to enjoy that upgrade too much.
Onboard, I saw Clark and his mom settling into their comfy seats, sipping champagne, while I was wrestling with the overhead bin and trying to prevent meltdowns. “Why aren’t we sitting with Daddy?” my five-year-old asked.
“Because Daddy made a special decision today,” I muttered.
Once the kids were settled and the plane was in the air, I began to hatch my plan. While going through security, I had slipped Clark’s wallet into my bag without him noticing. Now, it was time for a little payback.
A couple of hours into the flight, I watched as Clark enjoyed his gourmet meal and top-shelf drinks in first class. That’s when he realized his wallet was missing. The flight attendant stood there, waiting for payment, while Clark fumbled through his pockets and panicked.
Eventually, Clark made his way back to economy, crouching beside me. “Soph, I can’t find my wallet. Do you have any cash?”
I feigned concern. “Oh no! How much do you need?”
“About $1500.”
“Fifteen hundred dollars? What did you order, a five-star restaurant?”
“Can you help me or not?”
I rummaged through my purse, pulling out $200. “This is all I’ve got.”
Clark’s face fell, realizing he’d have to ask his mom for the rest. Watching him squirm was priceless.
For the rest of the flight, Clark and his mom sat in silence, their first-class experience thoroughly ruined. Meanwhile, I enjoyed a quiet sense of victory in economy.
When we landed, Clark was still searching for his wallet. I kept it tucked safely away, planning to treat myself before handing it back to him.
So, next time your partner tries to ditch you for first class, remember—sometimes a little payback can make the flight that much more enjoyable.