I’m Sophie, and I’ve got a story about my husband Clark, a workaholic who thinks his job is everything. Last month, we were supposed to relax and bond with his family over the holidays, and Clark volunteered to book our flights. I thought it would be a smooth process, but boy, was I wrong.

When we got to the airport, I found out Clark had upgraded himself and his mom to first class, leaving me stuck in economy with the kids. He shrugged it off, saying, “It’s just a few hours.” I was furious, but I had a plan for revenge. As we boarded, I secretly swiped his wallet and tucked it into my bag, knowing it would come in handy later.