I was stuck with airline pretzels and juice, but secretly, I was loving every minute. Two hours in, the inevitable happened: the flight attendant came around with the bill, and Clark suddenly realized his wallet was missing.
Panic set in. He tried to convince the crew to let him pay later, but no luck. Desperate, he snuck down to economy and begged me for money. I acted sympathetic but only handed over a small amount, telling him he might need to ask his mom to cover the rest.
Clark’s face went pale, and the rest of the flight was awkward and tense for him and his mom. Meanwhile, I sat back quietly, enjoying the karma.
When we landed, Clark was still frantically searching for his wallet. I kept my secret safe, knowing he’d think twice before upgrading himself and leaving me with the kids again.