“We were just going to get the car! We were coming right back! You’re so dramatic!”
Mark texted that I was a traitor for snitching on family.
His follow-up texts grew increasingly panicked as the day went on.
Uncle Joe wanted to know if this was some kind of joke because now the restaurant was threatening legal action. “Fix this! Now!”
Oh, right.
I forgot to mention.
Turns out the manager of that steakhouse just happened to be my old college buddy Eric.
While they were off making their dramatic exit through the kitchen door (caught clearly on security cameras), I’d made sure Eric had all their contact info. Full names, phone numbers, addresses.
He only charged me for my and Grandma’s share of the meal. The rest?
Oh yeah. He’s collecting directly from them — with interest if they keep dodging him.
Grandma called later to thank me again for the night out.
“I just wish your cousins hadn’t disappeared like that,” she said. “It was such a nice dinner until… well…”
I just smiled, picturing Katie’s face when she received the formal demand for payment.
“Don’t give it another thought, Grandma.
They won’t be pulling anything like that again.”
And next year? Me and Grandma are celebrating her birthday somewhere very nice and quiet. Just the two of us.
And I’m leaving my phone on silent.
Source: amomama
