Grandma just wanted a quiet birthday dinner, but the family had other plans—plans that included ditching her and making me foot the bill.

Grandma, always sweet and thoughtful, simply wanted a small dinner for her 85th birthday. But Aunt Linda and the rest of the family

insisted on taking her to the fanciest steakhouse in town. While Grandma enjoyed the attention,

my cousins were scheming behind the scenes, planning to let me pay for everything.When the bill came, the family pretended to be broke,

all hoping I’d cover the $800 tab. But what really set me off was when they left Grandma alone at the table when she went to the restroom.

They didn’t even have the decency to stick around,

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.