I took care of the bill, made sure Grandma wasn’t worried, and spent the rest of the evening with her. Meanwhile, my family’s plan backfired—I’d alerted the restaurant manager, who just happened to be a college friend, and he made sure they were charged for their share,
plus interest for their bad behavior. By morning, my relatives were panicking over the charges, but I wasn’t having any of it. Grandma called to thank me, and I promised her next year’s birthday would be a peaceful one, just the two of us. No family drama.