I’m sure I have told this one before on here.
For many years whilst we had young children a group of neighbours of mine, all young mothers, would go out about three times a year, one being just before Christmas.
One always had to be different in her choices of food and wine.
She always chose Mateus Rose which none of the rest of us would drink so the whole bottle was hers.
She always waited until everyone else had chosen their main course saying she was making up her mind, she then always chose an expensive fillet steak in a sauce, at that time the most expensive thing on the menu.
On of our party , a lovely young woman didn’t drink but never queried splitting the bill equally.
On the last occasion after the meal we ordered and waited for coffee , she went to the loo.
When the coffees were brought to our table there was a large brandy on the tray.
Oh that’s for me she said , she had gone to the bar and ordered it without saying anything or asking if anyone else would like anything.
We let her get away with it but it was the last time I went with them.
It stopped very quickly after that.
Quite away from the food and drink, her H ,much older than her who seemed to worship the ground she walked on bought her a mink jacket.
She always wore it on out outings and would always seek out owner/manager and ask for it to be put in their office as it was far too valuable to be placed in the cloakroom.