I enjoy visiting with friends I haven’t seen in a while – especially when the time we were separated melts away as soon as we’re together. This is exactly how it was when I reunited with a former work group.
Gathered at a restaurant, we talked for hours about our families, our lives today and reminisced about the past. While the entire evening was filled with laughter, hilarity ensued when the server brought the check.
We started with the most logical approach – splitting the bill six ways.
We each had the same total until someone pointed out that two people at the table didn’t drink anything stronger than water. As a result, the amount was recalculated for the nondrinkers and a new total was presented to the drinkers.
Of course, the process didn’t go as smoothly as I made it sound. Amidst the addition and subtraction were comments like “I don’t understand”, “That isn’t right” until someone said “Trust me – just do it”.
After muddling through, and checking to make sure we had the correct total and tip, we discovered the server had not only given us an overall bill, but she’d given us individual checks as well. As nice as that gesture was, we ignored it because we had already figured everything out the hard way. It was too late to go back.
Casual observers would have never suspected we were actually a group of intelligent women. Sometimes the obvious eludes us.
May the farce be with you!
(Quite the contrast to splitting the check with Vivian.)