Nothing reveals true character like a restaurant bill. My family showed theirs when they turned Grandma’s birthday dinner into an opportunity to take advantage of both her and me.
The plan was simple: Grandma wanted a quiet meal, but the relatives insisted on an extravagant feast at a high-end steakhouse. I watched in disgust as they ordered the most expensive items, winking at each other between bites. They thought they had me trapped – the responsible cousin who would quietly pay to avoid a scene.
When the check came, their excuses were almost impressive in their creativity. From sudden financial hardships to urgent appointments, everyone had a reason they couldn’t contribute. Then they committed their final offense – leaving Grandma confused and alone at the table while they escaped out the back.
What they didn’t know? That restaurant happens to be where my friend Eric works as manager. While they were busy sneaking away, I was busy ensuring they’d be held accountable for every cent of their gluttonous orders.
The collection calls started the next day. The angry texts flooded my phone. But the sweetest revenge? Seeing Grandma’s face light up when the waitstaff brought her a special birthday dessert after the others had left. Some lessons are best served with a side of justice.
