Clark, my husband, thought it was a great idea to move himself and his mother up to first class while leaving me and our kids in economy. But I had something else in mind.
As we got on, I realised how different our places were from one another. Clark and his mom drank champagne while I fought with our carry-on to fit.
Clark was looking for his wallet like crazy for two hours before he realised it was gone. The flight attendant told Clark he had to pay, which made him even more desperate.
I quietly offered $200, even though I knew it wouldn’t cover all of his expensive needs. Clark begged with a red face.
“Doesn’t your mum have her credit card?” I asked, pretending to be worried.
Clark’s shame was truly hilarious. The flight was strangely quiet for the rest of it.
Clark still didn’t know where his wallet was when he got off the plane. I kept my secret to myself because I liked getting even.
Clark learnt a useful lesson from this: equality is important, even when flying. We’ll fly together in the same class next time.
