Nothing says “family vacation” like your husband ditching you for first class. That’s exactly what happened when my husband, Daniel, booked luxury seats for himself and his mother while I was stuck in economy with our kids.
When I confronted him, he had the nerve to say, “You’ll be fine. It’s just a few hours.”
Fine? Try keeping a toddler entertained in a cramped seat while your husband enjoys a five-course meal.
But here’s where I got creative. While going through security, I discreetly took Daniel’s wallet from his bag. Petty? Maybe. Satisfying? Absolutely.
Mid-flight, I watched as he ordered top-shelf drinks and gourmet food. Then came the moment he realized his wallet was missing. The panic on his face was worth every second.
He hurried back to us, whispering, “I need cash—now.”
I handed him $50. “That’s all I’ve got.”
Watching him beg his mom to cover his $1,500 bill was the highlight of my trip.
By the time we landed, Daniel was humiliated. “I swear I had my wallet,” he grumbled.
I just smiled. “Funny how things work out, huh?”
The next day, his wallet “miraculously” reappeared. Some lessons are best learned the hard way.
