I Asked the Waiter to Split the Check

still in that ugly restaurant way, where silverware keeps clinking at other tables because the rest of the world has the decency to keep eating while your family turns into a circus.

My dad leaned back in his chair.

“Oh, don’t be dramatic.”

I kept my eyes on the waiter.

“Please. Just our part.”

He looked at me, then at my father, then back at the check.continue reading …