When he came down to economy asking for money, I sweetly offered him $200, knowing he needed $1500. I even suggested he ask his mom for help. The look on his face was priceless.
The rest of the flight was awkward, and Clark’s mood soured as he realized he’d have to ask his mom to bail him out. By the end of the flight, I was still holding onto his wallet, savoring the sweet justice. Sometimes, a little creative revenge makes for the best journey!
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