When Grandma went to the restroom, I had a word with the manager—an old college buddy. By the time I came back, the table was empty except for Grandma, who was left behind. The family had ditched her.I reassured Grandma everything was fine, and we had dessert (which the staff comped). Meanwhile, my friend Eric made sure to collect their info, and I only paid for me and Grandma. The rest?
They’d be paying with interest.The next morning, the family freaked out in the group chat. Aunt Linda said the restaurant was “harassing” them. Katie blamed me for ruining the vibe. Mark called me a traitor.I just laughed.Later, Grandma thanked me again. I told her not to worry, and next year we’ll be celebrating quietly, just the two of us.