The Perils of Drinking with Tightwads
It’s nice to drink with friends, but if the friends are Larry David-esque tightwads, it’s not necessarily so nice at the end of the evening. A few years ago, I found myself in the rather fortunate situation of having 20 or so people to go out and drink with on a semi-frequent basis. This was good for a number of reasons, but could get bad depending on who I had the pleasure (or terrible misfortune) of sitting next to as in the group because of body smells and bad conversations.
The worst part of the evening always came at the end of the night when it was time to pay the tab. The particular establishment we frequented liked us all to pay together, which should have been no problem, right?