Last weekend, a group of us went out to dinner — nothing fancy, but definitely not cheap either. Everyone ordered whatever caught their eye: cocktails, steak, seafood, desserts. I kept it simple with a basic pasta and one drink.
When the check came, I lightly suggested, “Hey, should we just pay for what we ordered? It seems fair.”
“Just split it evenly like everyone else.”
At first, I forced a laugh, hoping she was joking. But then she leaned forward, her voice loud enough that people at nearby tables turned to look. “Seriously, if you can’t afford to eat out, maybe you shouldn’t come.”
Her words landed like a slap.Continue reading…
