My Family Tried to Ditch the Bill—But They Messed with the Wrong Granddaughter
For her 85th birthday, my grandma wanted a simple dinner. I had it all planned—until my family took over. Suddenly, it became a fancy event at the most expensive steakhouse in town.
At dinner, they went all out. My cousin Katie took endless pictures, her brother Mark sampled every expensive drink, and Aunt Linda kept pushing for “premium options.”
Then, the bill arrived.
The Plan to Make Me Pay
Aunt Linda gasped dramatically. “Wow… that’s a big total.”
Katie sighed. “I spent all my savings on concert tickets. Live music is important for my mental health.”
Mark shook his head. “My dog’s vet bills are out of control. I can’t afford this.”
Uncle Joe smiled at me. “Jade, you work at a bank, no kids, no big expenses. We figured you’d cover this one.”
Then came the guilt trip. “It’s for Grandma. We might not have many more of these moments.”
Oh, I saw what they were doing.
I smiled. “Let me take care of something real quick.”
I walked away, pretending to handle the bill.
When I returned, the table was empty—except for Grandma. She clutched her purse, looking nervous.
“Where is everyone?” she asked. “They said they’d be right back. Do we need to pay? I don’t have much, but I’ve been saving…”
I hugged her. “Don’t worry, Grandma. Everything is under control.”
We finished our meal while the staff handled the rest.
The Next Morning? Chaos.
My phone was flooded with calls and texts.
Aunt Linda was furious. “The restaurant is harassing us! This is your fault, isn’t it?!”
Katie left a long voicemail. “We were just getting the car! You’re so dramatic!”
Mark texted, calling me a traitor.
Uncle Joe demanded, “Is this a joke? The restaurant is threatening legal action! Fix this now!”
What They Didn’t Know
The restaurant manager was an old college friend of mine. He caught them sneaking out on security cameras, noted their names, and made sure they got the bill—with extra fees.
I only paid for my and Grandma’s meals.
The rest? That was their problem.
Grandma’s Call
That evening, Grandma called.
“Thank you for the lovely night, sweetheart,” she said. “I just wish your cousins hadn’t disappeared like that.”
I smiled. “Don’t worry, Grandma. I have a feeling they won’t try that again.”
Next year, it’ll just be me and Grandma. No drama. No freeloaders.
And I’m turning my phone off.
Lesson Learned
You can mess with me.
But you do NOT mess with my grandma.
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