What we shoUld have been taught senior year.
I abhor 1/6th of an appetizer guy.
AKA Sunday Brunch at CHSH.
Can I tell you how much I fucking hate this shit? You go out with a bunch of people, you split the check. If not everyone is drinking, open a bar check separate from the food. Then split the damn check evenly. Don’t ask for ten separate checks (there is nothing I hated more as a waitress). Don’t count how much of an appetizer you ate. Don’t subtract because two of you had a burger but you didn’t have cheese on yours. I don’t care if one of you had a sandwich and one of you had a steak, if you are out for a meal with friends, SPLIT THE FUCKING CHECK EVENLY. No haggling, no calculators, no petty bullshit. Just split it. If you’re not prepared to do that, don’t go out with a big group of adults. Stay home and eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. That’s not to say a person who ordered a fifty dollar meal while everyone else ordered a ten dollar meal shouldn’t offer to kick in more, but for fuck’s sake, don’t sit around the table a half hour after the check’s been dropped and quibble about how your fried calamari was two dollars less than the nachos. Grownups don’t do that shit. For real.
STORY OF MY LIFE. Anyways, here’s some cash.
