My grandma’s 85th birthday was supposed to be a quiet celebration, but my family had other plans. They decided to take her to the fanciest restaurant in town, not to make her happy, but to indulge in an extravagant feast at her expense. I overheard my cousins scheming to leave me with the bill, knowing I would foot it to avoid a scene.
I was furious, but I decided to play along. When we arrived at the restaurant, my family ordered lavish dishes and fine wines, while my grandma and I opted for something more modest. As the bill arrived, my family suddenly became “broke” and “busy,” expecting me to cover the $650 tab.
But I wasn’t having it. I excused myself and discreetly spoke with the manager, who happened to be an old friend. I arranged for us to pay only for our share of the meal, and the rest would be billed directly to my family members.
As I returned to the table, I found my grandma alone, looking worried and confused. My family had abandoned her, claiming they were getting the car ready. I reassured her that everything was taken care of and we finished our meal in peace. The staff even sang “Happy Birthday” to her, and I promised her that the evening would be memorable.
The next day, my family started calling, accusing me of ruining the evening and demanding that I fix the situation. But I had already set things in motion. My friend, the manager, would be collecting the debt directly from them, with interest.
When my grandma called to thank me for the evening, she expressed her disappointment about my family’s behavior. I smiled, knowing that they would soon face the consequences of their actions. I reassured her that we would celebrate her next birthday in peace, just the two of us.
As I looked forward to a quieter celebration with my grandma, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. My family would learn their lesson, and my grandma would be treated with the respect and care she deserved.
