I Agreed to a Group Dinner with Two Freeloaders — but They Didn’t Expect What I Did Next

Hey, everyone! I’m Cecelia, and I’ve got a story for you that’s been a long time coming.

I’ve always been an overachiever. In school, I was that girl who wouldn’t settle for anything less than an A.

Now, at 27, I’m killing it as an accounts manager at a big firm in the city. My job pays well, and I’m proud of how far I’ve come.

But this story isn’t about my career; it’s about my friends.

We’re a group of eight who’ve been tight since college. We’ve been through thick and thin together, and I love them all… well, almost all of them. There are two people in our group who I just can’t seem to respect anymore: Samantha and Arnold.

Why? I’ll explain that later.

First, let me tell you about how I’ve always been there for my friends. Take Betty, for example. A few months ago, she called me in tears.

“Cecelia, I hate to ask, but I’m in a bind,” Betty sobbed over the phone. “My car broke down, and I need $200 for repairs. I won’t get paid until next week, and I can’t miss work. Could you…”

I cut her off before she could finish. “Of course, Betty. I’ll transfer the money right now. Pay me back when you can, okay?”

Betty was so grateful and true to her word. She paid me back as soon as she got her paycheck.

It’s moments like these that make our friendship so strong.

A few weeks later, Harry needed help moving. He called me on a Saturday morning, and he sounded stressed.

“Hey, Cecelia. My moving truck is here, but my friends who were supposed to help bailed on me. Any chance you’re free today?”

I laughed. “Harry, you know I can’t lift anything heavier than my laptop. But I’ll be there in 20 minutes with coffee and donuts for everyone. And I’ll help organize and unpack. Okay?”

“You’re a lifesaver, Cece. Thanks!”

That’s just how our group works. We’re there for each other, no questions asked.

But then there’s Samantha and Arnold. I’ve never been in a situation where they needed my help, but our experiences at group dinners have been… well, horrible is putting it mildly.

No one in the group talks about it openly, but we’ve all noticed what these two are up to.

Picture this: we’re out for lunch, and everyone’s scanning the menu, looking for something tasty but reasonably priced. Then there’s Samantha and Arnold, zeroing in on the most expensive items.

After ordering, they’ll turn to whoever’s closest and start their sob story.

“Oh, work’s been so slow lately,” Samantha will sigh. “I don’t know how I’m going to make rent this month.”

Arnold’s favorite line is, “Man, my student loans are killing me. I barely have enough for groceries.”

And then, when the bill comes, they’ll conveniently forget their wallets or claim they can only chip in a few bucks. The rest of us end up covering their extravagant meals.

They’ve pulled this stunt with everyone in the group, and I’ve had enough. I decided I wasn’t going to go out for dinner or lunch with Samantha and Arnold ever again.

I refuse to be used like this.

So, last weekend, Jason called to invite me to a casual dinner with the group.

“Hey Cecelia, we’re thinking of grabbing dinner at that new place downtown on Friday. You in?” he asked cheerfully.

I bit my lip. “Who’s coming?”

“Oh, you know, the usual crew. Me, you, Betty, Harry, Samantha, and Arnold.”

I groaned inside. “Jason, I don’t think I can make it if Samantha and Arnold are going to be there.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

“Come on, Cece. Don’t be like that. It’s just dinner.”

“It’s never just dinner with those two,” I retorted. “I’m tired of paying for their five-star meals while I eat a side salad.”

“Just get over yourself and come for once,” he snapped. “Stop being such a baby about it. We’re all tired of your complaints.”

I was about to decline again when an idea struck me. A slightly wicked, definitely petty, but oh-so-satisfying idea.

“You know what? I’ll be there,” I said, trying to keep the mischief out of my voice.

“Really?” Jason sounded surprised but pleased. “Great! I’ll see you Friday at 7.”

As I hung up, I couldn’t help but smile. This was going to be interesting.

Friday night rolled around, and I arrived at the restaurant right on time. Everyone was already there, chatting and laughing.

I slid into the booth next to Betty, across from Samantha and Arnold.

“Cecelia!” Samantha cooed. “So glad you could make it. Isn’t this place fabulous?”

I forced a smile. “It’s lovely.”

The waiter came to take our orders. Most of the group ordered reasonably priced meals, around $25 each. Then it was Samantha and Arnold’s turn.

“I’ll have the Wagyu steak, medium-rare,” Samantha purred. “And a glass of the 2015 Cabernet, please.”

Arnold nodded approvingly. “Make that two, and add the lobster tail to mine.”

I could see Jason’s eyes widen slightly. Their orders were easily $150 each.

When it was my turn, everyone was looking at me. Here’s the catch: I just pointed to a $3 iced tea on the menu and sent the waiter away.

Jason looked at me, confused. “Aren’t you hungry, Cecelia?”

I shrugged. “Lost my appetite, I guess.”

Betty and Harry exchanged glances, then quickly changed their orders to just drinks as well.

We chatted about work and life while waiting for the food. Soon, the waiter arrived with the meals.

Samantha and Arnold’s plates looked like something out of a food magazine. Perfectly seared steaks, glistening lobster tails, and colorful vegetable garnishes.

“Oh my,” Samantha said, eyeing her plate. “This steak looks a bit overdone. And is this asparagus? I’m not a fan.”

Arnold nodded in agreement. “The lobster seems a bit small. I hope it’s worth the price.”

I caught Betty rolling her eyes and had to stifle a laugh.

Meanwhile, Jason said, “Well, my burger is great! How’s your drink, Cecelia?”

I grinned. “Delicious. Best $3 I’ve ever spent.”

As the meal wound down, the waiter brought over the check. Arnold grabbed it and announced, “Okay, let’s split this six ways, shall we?”

That was my cue. I stood up and smiled sweetly at the waiter.

“Actually, we’ll be splitting this three ways. Jason, Samantha, and Arnold had meals. The rest of us just had drinks, which we’ve already paid for at the bar.”

Everyone was stunned.

Silence.

Then, I saw Arnold squint his eyes in confusion and widen them as he understood what would happen next. His face flushed red in anger.

“But… but we always split the bill,” he sputtered.

I shook my head. “Not tonight. It wouldn’t be fair for us to pay for meals we didn’t eat, would it?”

Samantha tried to argue. “Cecelia, don’t be ridiculous. We’re all friends here.”

“Exactly,” I replied. “And friends don’t take advantage of each other.”

In the end, they couldn’t argue with my logic.

Jason, who had only ordered a $35 meal, ended up with a $115 bill. I’ll never forget the look on his face when he saw that receipt.

I slid a $5 bill toward the center of the table for the tip, said my goodbyes, and walked out feeling lighter than I had in months.

The next morning, my phone was buzzing with messages. Samantha and Arnold were livid, calling me mean and blaming me for their high bill.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Their steaks alone cost more than what they ended up paying!

Meanwhile, Jason’s messages were a mix of frustration and begrudging respect.

“You could have just not come instead of pulling that stunt,” he wrote. “But I get why you did it. Maybe it’s time we had a group talk about dinner etiquette.”

I felt a twinge of guilt about Jason’s bill, but I knew this had been a long time coming.

Sometimes, you have to stand up for yourself, even if it means rocking the boat a little.

As for Samantha and Arnold? I’m hoping they learned their lesson, but only time will tell.

One thing’s for sure, I won’t be joining any group dinners with them anytime soon. Unless, of course, separate checks are agreed upon in advance!

Do you think I did the right thing?

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