I went to a friend’s birthday dinner. Two of her other friends organized it. I had a good time. And I was honored to be invited to celebrate with her. However, there was a bad taste in my mouth.
Her friends decided that everyone would share the bill, but it was not stated until it was time to pay. I got to the dinner more than an hour late and ordered something I could afford. Forty-five minutes later, it was time to pay the bill, and I was told how much my part was. The person next to me said, “But you just got here.” I was thinking about the same thing, but I kept quiet. I had not eaten any of the food they had been eating for almost two hours.
I said to myself, “It’s your friend’s birthday, and you want to hang out. The extra money you give is paying for her meal. Don’t you want her to have a happy birthday?” Of course, because no one wanted to make the birthday girl pay, we ended up splitting that person’s rather expensive meal bill. But it is not fair to those who ordered what they could afford.
I am not used to splitting the bill. It is not my culture. I am used to paying for my own meals, and I hate being persuaded in last minute to cover other people’s expensive dishes.