My Friends Always Order Expensive Food and Expect Everyone to Split the Bill, Here’s What I Did Full story 👇👇

Suddenly, the mood shifts—people start glancing around awkwardly and chuckling nervously.

Do you split the bill evenly, even though everyone ordered different dishes?

Or should each person cover their own meal?

It’s a common dilemma, but one Reddit user took an approach that caught everyone off guard.I(27M) have been a part of a small friend group, around 8 people total, basically since college.

For some background, 2 people from the group, Susan and Greg, are just absolute leeches.Going out for lunch? Expect them to order the most expensive on the menu, then feed you some sob story about their finances, and then dumb half the bill on you. Last weekend, Dan, one of the people from the group, told me about a casual dinner.

I told him how if Susan or Greg were there I wouldn’t be able to come.He tells me that they would be there but I should just put my opinions aside and come just once. This is kind of where I might be a bad guy.

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