And if you think that the whole figuring out what people owe when the bill comes goes away when you reach a certain age…. it does not. It only gets worse. And if said older people involved do indeed work in your accounting department, still it’s not made any easier. In fact, it’s worse as every darn penny they did not eat matters.
I figured we could just split the massive bill between all 9 individuals even though I hadn’t any wine or after dinner treats, but this was not to be toyed with. This communistic approach was trashed instantly. Money was counted. Heads were shook. People became restless. Bill came up short. In the end it was the folks like myself who threw in five more dollars, five more dollars towards the freedom to have a long overdo, afternoon pee.