My husband Clark booked first-class for himself and his mom, leaving me stuck in economy with the kids. But I wasn’t about to sit back and let them enjoy their “luxury” without a little turbulence.
On our holiday flight, Clark smugly told me he’d upgraded himself and his mom to first class, leaving me with two kids in the back. I was fuming, but a petty idea quickly formed. As we boarded, I secretly grabbed Clark’s wallet while he was distracted. The real fun began when, two hours into the flight, I watched Clark frantically search for his wallet as the flight attendants served gourmet meals in first class.
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