There’s nothing like a family trip to reveal your husband’s true colors. Mine showed his when he upgraded himself and his mom to first class—leaving me and our kids in economy.
When I asked why, he said, “You know how Mom is. And I need my space.”
Right. Because wrangling two kids on a flight is a walk in the park.
But I had a plan. Earlier, I’d slipped his wallet into my purse. Call it revenge, but after being treated like an afterthought, I wasn’t feeling charitable.
Mid-flight, I watched as Daniel indulged in luxury. Then came the moment he reached for his wallet—and found nothing.
He rushed back to us, frantic. “I lost my wallet. I need cash!”
I handed him $20. “Will this help?”
The look on his face when he had to ask his mom to pay his $1,500 tab was priceless.
By the time we landed, he was fuming. “This is a nightmare,” he muttered.
I just smiled. “At least you got your fancy meal.”
His wallet mysteriously turned up the next day. Some lessons stick better when they’re expensive.
