For our holiday trip, my husband Clark booked first class tickets—for himself and his mom—leaving
me in economy with our two kids. Furious, I decided to teach him a lesson.
While he was distracted at security, I slipped his wallet into my bag. Hours into the flight, when
the crew came around with the bill, he panicked—no wallet. He had to come back to economy and beg me for money.
I gave him just enough, suggesting he ask his mom to cover the rest. The rest of the flight was painfully awkward for them—and quietly
satisfying for me.He never found out what really happened. But I know next time, he’ll think twice before leaving me in the back of the plane.
