He chuckled, flexing his biceps proudly.
"I lift way more than this at the gym. No big deal."
Just then, the TSA officer politely spoke up:
"Sir, your luggage is overweight. You’ll need to pay an additional fee."
Jason’s face darkened.
"Overweight? That’s impossible! I weighed it myself!"
"The full ticket price is $1,000. You’re five kilograms over, so that’s $1,000 × 1.5% × 5 = $75."
The officer calculated quickly.
"Seventy-five dollars?"
Jason’s voice rose, drawing stares from nearby passengers.
"Are you robbing me? Potatoes cost way less than that per pound!"
My cheeks burned from embarrassment. I opened my wallet.
"I’ll pay for it."
To my surprise, Jason grew even more agitated and pointed at me.
"Typical spoiled rich girl! Wasteful and arrogant! With this attitude, how are you supposed to marry into the King family?"
I was speechless.
Grandpa said he was supposed to be generous and good-tempered.
But the man yelling over seventy-five dollars in public — was this his idea of generosity?
And then, to my utter shock, Jason refused to check in his luggage and instead opened the suitcase right there, pulling out cooked potatoes and stuffing them into his mouth.