Should you split the bill? This story about saying what you mean when paying or splitting the bill makes me sad. Is it only worrywarts who experience recurring snapshots from the distant past that still make them sad?
Years ago, my parents went to dinner with the parents of my close friend. My mom and dad were of modest means and Close Friend’s parents owned Impressionist paintings. At the end of dinner, my father — ever the gentleman — offered to pick up the tab for the whole dinner. My friend’s father, a most charming and quirky man, said OK and thanks.