For years, my wealthy in-laws had a shameless habit: inviting people out to fancy restaurants, ordering lavishly, then conveniently “forgetting” their wallets. Every time, someone else—usually us—got stuck with the bill.
When they invited my mom to a luxurious birthday dinner while my husband and I were out of town, I warned her. She calmly assured me she could handle it.
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