I’m Sophie, and my husband Clark just gave me a masterclass in selfishness. We were flying to visit his family, and guess what? He booked first-class seats… for himself and his mother. Meanwhile, I was left in economy wrangling two kids and a diaper bag.

When I asked him why, he grinned and said, “It’s just a few hours, Soph. You’ll be fine.” Fine? With two cranky kids while he sips champagne with Mommy? Not happening. Lucky for me, I’d “accidentally” taken his wallet from his carry-on at security. So while he ordered gourmet meals and top-shelf drinks, I sat back with water and popcorn, waiting for the show.

Sure enough, a couple hours later, he came crawling back to me, pale and panicked. He’d racked up a $1500 tab and had no way to pay. I handed him $200 and said sweetly, “Maybe ask your mom for the rest?” The look on his face? Pure gold.

By the time we landed, his luxurious first-class dream had turned into an awkward nightmare. And his wallet? Still safe in my purse. Let’s just say, next time he books flights, he’ll think twice before leaving me and the kids in economy. Sometimes, the best turbulence doesn’t come from the sky.