My husband, in all his entitled glory, decided to book first-class tickets for himself and his mom, leaving me in economy with our two kids. But if he thought I’d just sit back quietly, he was in for a surprise. I made sure his luxury flight experience had some turbulence—teaching him a lesson he won’t soon forget.
I’m Sophie, and let me tell you about Clark. He’s the typical workaholic who acts like his job is the center of the universe. I get it, work is important, but hello? Being a mom is no walk in the park either. But this time, he really took it too far. Are you ready for this?
We were heading to visit his family for the holidays last month, and the whole point of the trip was to relax, spend time together, and make some memories with the kids. Clark volunteered to book the flights, and I thought, “Great! One less thing for me to deal with.”
Little did I know, that was my first mistake.
At the airport, with our toddler on my hip and a diaper bag weighing me down, I asked, “Clark, where are our seats?” expecting us to be sitting together as a family.
Clark, busy tapping away on his phone as usual, barely looked up. “Oh, um… yeah, about that…” he mumbled, with that sheepish grin I’ve come to dread.
My heart sank. “What do you mean, ‘about that’?”
He finally pocketed his phone and said, “I managed to snag an upgrade for me and Mom to first class. You know how she gets on long flights, and I really need to rest.”