Blonde's Eye View: Being Scrooge over the bill
Angela Clarke knows you had the garlic bread - so pay up
I can't bear people who are tight.
Before anyone gets all Karl Marx on me, I'm not talking about those who are genuinely poverty stricken.
I'm talking about those with a reasonable amount of moula who hold onto their pennies so rigidly they make Ebenezer Scrooge look like the definition of generosity.
When I'm out to dinner with friends I tend to favour splitting the bill equally. It's swings and roundabouts. Sometimes you're up a cocktail, sometimes you're down a side salad. Such is life.
I can understand that those who are more financially careful than me (and this is no reflection of my wealth, just my complete inability to grasp the value of money) may wish to split the bill determined by what they had.
Fair enough. Annoying, fiddly, a little bit anal, but fair enough. You work it out and tell me what I owe, and then we can all catch the last Tube home.
What annoys me are the people who lie about their contribution to the bill.
Not those who get mistaken, or miscalculate exactly how many glasses of wine they had. But point-blank deny they touched the garlic bread when we all saw them scoff it.
You end up rounding up your contribution, taking into account a tip, and it still comes up short. Way short. Someone's not paid.
You know when it's deliberate, because it will have happened before. Whenever the same tightwad is around. It's the same people who won't tip because it's not their "responsibility to pay the waitress."
If you can't afford the extra 12.5%, then you can't afford the meal out. It's just mean. Miserly. Stingy. It isn't about the garlic bread, it's about what's in your soul. Being tight with money betrays an ungenerous spirit.
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