My conceited spouse reserved first class for him and his mother, but I had to travel in economy with the kids. But I was not going to do nothing but watch. I ensured that there was some turbulence in his “luxury” trip, so that his flight became an unforgettable experience. Let me introduce you to my spouse, Clark. My name is Sophie. Do you have a friend who is a workaholic, constantly stressed out, and believes his job is the most important thing in the world? I understand, do not get me wrong, but hello? Neither is being a mother a spa day. In any case, this time he truly exceeded himself. Are you prepared to do this.
Alright, so last month we were meant to be spending the holidays with his family. The main goals were to unwind, strengthen family ties, and provide the kids with enjoyable experiences. Quite easy, huh? I was relieved when Clark offered to arrange the flights; it was one less thing for me to worry about. How foolish I was, oh. Clark: “Where are our seats, honey?” With our kid balanced on one hip and a diaper bag on the other, I inquired. Families and entrepreneurs in a state of tension were scurrying to their gates at the airport.
My eight-year-old spouse, Clark, was occupied with tapping on his phone. Without even glancing up, he muttered, “Oh, um, about that.” A knot started to form in my stomach. “About that,” what do you mean? At last, he put his phone away and gave me the giddy smile I had grown to hate. “Well, I was able to have Mom and I upgraded to first class. I really need to get some quiet slumber because I know how she gets on lengthy flights.” Wait. An improvement for the two of them alone? I gazed at him, anticipating the comedic moment. It never showed up.
“Now, allow me to clarify this,” I yelled. “You and your mom are in first class, and me and the kids are trapped in economy?” Clark was so daring as to shrug. This guy’s nerve. Argh. “Ah, come on. Give up your drama queen ways! Soph, it will only be a few hours. You are going to be alright. His mother Nadia showed up, her luxury bags in tow, as if on cue. “Oh, Clark! You are there. “Are we prepared for this opulent journey?”
With an Olympic medal-winning smirk, she looked at me, and I swear I could have melted. I had two grumpy kids and a building thirst for vengeance as I watched them go off into the first-class lounge. “Well, it will be nice alright,” I said, my mind working up a delectable, trivial scheme. “Wait just a moment.”
I could not help but notice the stark contrast between first class and economy as soon as we stepped onto the aircraft. Nadia and Clark were enjoying a glass of champagne as I was having trouble fitting our carry-on bag into the overhead bin.I noticed Clark lounging in his roomy seat and appearing obliging as I helped the youngsters get settled. I realized then that I had his wallet. Yep!