Grandma wanted a quiet birthday dinner, but the family had other plans. They booked a fancy steakhouse and schemed to leave me with the bill, knowing I’d cover it.
When the check arrived, they played the “I can’t afford it” game, leaving me to pay. But I wasn’t having it. I left the table, and when I returned, the family had ditched Grandma. They thought they’d outsmart me, but I had a plan.
I contacted the restaurant manager, my old college buddy, and ensured the family’s details were collected. They were now on the hook for their share, with interest. The next morning, they panicked.
Lesson learned: mess with me, but never with my grandma.
