I could see the flight attendant waiting as Clark frantically explained. “I had it earlier… Can I pay when we land?”
I bit my lip, suppressing a grin. This was better than any in-flight movie.
A little while later, Clark appeared in the economy section, looking like a guilty kid caught in the act. “Soph, I lost my wallet. Do you have any cash?”
I gave him my most sympathetic look. “Oh no! How much do you need?”
“About $1500,” he whispered, embarrassed.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “$1500? Did you order the entire menu?”
“Please, do you have it or not?” he asked, clearly flustered.
I pretended to search my purse. “I’ve got $200. Will that help?”
The look on his face was priceless. “I guess it’ll have to do.”
As he turned to leave, I couldn’t resist one more dig. “Doesn’t your mom have her credit card? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind covering it.”
The realization hit him—he’d have to ask his mother to bail him out. His first-class fantasy had officially crashed and burned.
The rest of the flight was wonderfully awkward. Clark and Nadia sat in stony silence, their “luxurious” experience ruined. Meanwhile, I enjoyed my economy seat with a smug sense of satisfaction.
When we landed, Clark was still grumbling about his missing wallet, patting his pockets for the hundredth time. “Are you sure it’s not in first class?” I asked sweetly.
“I checked!” he snapped, frustration all over his face.
I smiled to myself, knowing his wallet was safely tucked away in my purse. I wasn’t going to let him off the hook just yet. A little payback never hurt anyone.
So, next time your partner tries to ditch you in economy while they enjoy first class, just remember—a little turbulence might be exactly the lesson they need. After all, we’re all in this flight of life together.
