My Friend Ordered the Most Expensive Items on the Menu and Expected Me to Split the Bill—She Never Saw My Response Coming

My friend invited me to a fancy steakhouse downtown.

The kind of place with dim golden lighting, heavy silverware, and menus that don’t show prices—because if you have to ask, you probably don’t belong there.

Before we even went, I made myself clear.

I told her I couldn’t spend $200 on a meal. If I came, I would keep it light.

She laughed like it was nothing.continue reading …