Time To Go, Daddy’o
I am out for dinner with my then-fiancée (now wife) and her dad, my (now) father-in-law. He’s not the nicest to her (he got divorced and remarried, and he loves his new kids more than my wife) and gives her grief over everything she does.
We’re at the end of dinner, and my father-in-law offers to pay for the meal. Okay, that’s surprisingly nice.
Fiancée: “I’ll ask to get my leftovers boxed and I’ll take them home.”
Father-In-Law: “You’ll just leave them in the fridge, and then they’ll just get thrown out.”
I’ve been hearing stuff like this all night, so I snap.
Me: “Listen, it’s not your fridge. Leave her alone.”
Father-In-Law: *Getting mad* “Don’t tell me how to raise my daughter!”
Me: “Then don’t speak to my fiancée that way!”
He literally throws the bill and folder at me.
Father-In-Law: “Fine! You f****** pay, then!”
He storms out, so I pay the bill and I’m just waiting for the receipt. We’re still waiting ten minutes later, so we’re wondering what is going on. Tensions are rising, and [Fiancée]’s dad is waiting outside, just building up steam and ready to blow once we get out there. I ask the waiter:
Me: “Can I just get our bill and go?”
Waiter: “Oh, no, sir, you have to wait for the manager.”
It turned out that they had a contest running where “every bill is a winner.” Normally, you’d win a free drink or appetizer with your next meal. Well, we won the GRAND PRIZE: a trip for four to Florida! Whoever paid got the prize.
We did not bring [Father-In-Law] on our free trip!
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