Grandma’s 85th birthday was meant to be a special occasion, but it turned into a night of betrayal and greed. The family had decided to take her to a fancy steakhouse, but their true intentions were far from generous.
The evening started with laughter and smiles. Grandma, holding her purse tightly, was overjoyed to be surrounded by her family. But behind the scenes, my cousins had hatched a plan. They assumed I’d cover the bill because I “had the money” and lived a comfortable life. Their scheme was simple: order lavishly, then leave me to pay the hefty check.
When the bill arrived, the excuses began. Aunt Linda blamed her timeshare, Katie her concert tickets, and Mark his dog’s vet bills. They all looked at me, expecting me to step up. But I wasn’t about to let them manipulate me—or take advantage of Grandma’s kindness.
I quietly slipped away and spoke to the restaurant manager, an old friend named Eric. Together, we ensured the family’s plan failed. While they sneaked out through the kitchen, thinking they’d escaped the bill, Eric collected their details. I paid only for Grandma’s and my meals, leaving the rest to deal with the fallout.
The next day, the family was in an uproar. Aunt Linda accused me of causing trouble, Katie claimed I ruined the night, and Mark called me a traitor. But Grandma? She was just happy to have spent quality time with me. Next year, it’ll be just the two of us—no schemes, no drama.
The lesson here? You can try to mess with me, but don’t you dare mess with my grandma.
