Two hours into the flight, a flight attendant brought the bill for Clark’s luxury meal. That’s when panic hit—he realized his wallet was missing. No cash. No card. No clue.
He rushed back to economy, flustered, and asked me if I had it. I pretended to be surprised but calmly handed him just a small bill. “Maybe ask your mom to help,” I whispered with a smile.
Clark’s face turned red. The rest of the flight? Awkward silence between him and his mom, while I sat back and enjoyed my pretzels with a little extra satisfaction.
When we landed, he was still searching for his wallet. I never said a word. But you better believe—next time we fly, we’re all in first class… or no one is.
