I hadn’t spent fifty-seven years learning patience just to let a rude influencer ruin my trip. So I gave her a taste of her own medicine. What happened next exposed a problem neither of us expected.
I’m 57, and until last month, the fanciest thing I’d ever bought at an airport was a sandwich that didn’t come wrapped in plastic.
“Mom, did you seriously spend Saturday driving to three stores for discounted paper towels?” my daughter Emily asked.
“They were forty percent off.”
“You’re fifty-seven. Dad’s been gone for five years. Don’t you think it’s time you had a little fun?”
I’m 57.
“I had fun. I saved twelve dollars.”
“Mom!”
After twenty-three years as a school secretary, I’d learned to appreciate small victories. Especially the ones that came with a receipt.
For my birthday, Emily invited me to Colorado, where she’d lived for three years.
Then came the surprise.
It’s time you had a little fun.
“I upgraded your flight to First Class!”
“You did WHAT?”
“And you get lounge access!”
“Emily, how much did that cost?”
“Mostly miles.”
“How many?”
“Almost all of them.”
“Sweetheart, you could’ve used those miles for another trip!”
“Mom, you’ve spent your whole life taking care of everyone else. Let someone spoil you for once.”
“All right, sweetheart. I promise I’ll enjoy myself.”
I upgraded your flight to First Class!
“Promise you won’t feel out of place,” Emily said.
“I’ll try. I’m more used to counting dollars than flying First Class.”
Unfortunately, nobody warned me that First Class apparently came with complimentary toenails.
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