I'll Pay, Wait I'll Pay...

“Join me at the restaurant for lunch at sharp 1:30pm”, invited a close friend. He insisted, “Make sure that you are on time”.

I reached the place by 1:20pm and after my patience was put to rigorous test, our hero finally arrived at 2:15pm and said, “Hey buddy, am I a little late?”

I looked at my watch and then stared angrily at him, “Little late? Forty five minutes?” He responded by giving helpless expressions.

We started our lunch. The various tasty and lip-smacking South Indian cuisines unleashed a never-felt-before kind of gluttonous appetite in both of us.

After our heavy lunch, we still managed to eat desserts making sure that the tag of gluttony is attached to the table we sat. Then came the bill and the waiter was expecting a handsome tip cause the bill, like our stomachs, turned heavy too.

“The bill is mine, I’ll pay it”, I said to my friend. “Wait, I’ll pay it cause I was the one who invited you here”. So saying, we both laid our hands on the bill and managed to pull it towards each other.

My friend was left with the lower piece and I got the upper piece as the waiter gave a weird expression looking at the torn bill.

We assured the waiter, “Well, our friendship is so very strong that every time we both eat outside, we end up tearing the bill.”

I continued, “Look at these items here in my piece, I’ll be paying for them and for those in his piece, he’ll be paying, got it right?”

My friend gave finishing punch to the waiter, “Dear, don’t get excited for a double tip, your tip will be given only by one of us because we don’t fight for paying tips”.