My Friend Invited Me to an Expensive Restaurant and Tricked Me Into Splitting the Bill—What I Did Next Sh0cked Her
My friend invited me to a fancy downtown steakhouse—the kind with dim lighting, heavy silverware, and menus that don’t list prices. I warned her I couldn’t drop $200 on dinner and would keep it light. She laughed and promised, “Of course, no problem.”
Once we sat down, I realized this night wasn’t going as promised. She ordered one of the largest steaks, three sides, and a glass of wine without a glance at the price. I stuck to a small steak salad, no sides, no drink, and skipped dessert.
When the check came, she smiled brightly. “Oh, we’ll just split it.”
The words hit me, but I stayed calm. When she excused herself to the restroom, I quietly called the waiter back. “Can you add three entrées to go—the ribeye, the filet, and the salmon—and put them on this table’s bill?”
Moments later, the check arrived: $280. She stared at the total, shocked. “Wow… that’s more than I expected.”
I looked at the number, at her overflowing order, then at her face. “Yeah,” I said evenly. “It adds up.”
I paid my half, grabbed my bag, and left. The waiter handed me three steaming boxes. Dinner, after all, was something I planned to enjoy—on my own terms.
