My Husband Booked First-Class Se
A Lesson at 30,000 Feet
At the airport, my husband Clark announced that he and his mother would fly first class, while our kids and I were “fine” in economy.
I thought he was joking. He wasn’t. So, as he handed me his wallet earlier, I decided not to remind him.
Midflight, I watched him sip champagne — until the flight attendant brought his bill.
His hand went to his pocket, and panic spread across his face.
Moments later, he crouched by my seat: “Soph, I think I lost my wallet.”
“Will $200 cover your caviar cravings?” I asked, handing him cash. His mother’s glare did the rest.
By the time we landed, Clark was silent and carrying our luggage.
I quietly slipped his wallet back.
Since then, he’s never booked a flight without consulting me first.
Sometimes, the best lessons don’t need words — just a little turbulence.
