I offered to treat the family to dinner, but my sister-in-law Nina refused to wait 45 minutes for the early bird special. “The kids are starving!” she whined. I gave in—with a plan that would teach her a priceless lesson.
Nina, her kids, and my in-laws stayed with us every weekend. The kids? Sweet. Nina? A nightmare. She treated our home like a resort, constantly demanding more.
That night, I suggested we wait for dinner until six so I could use a coupon. Nina scoffed, “If you can’t afford it, don’t offer.”
So I smiled. “You’re right. Let’s go now.”
At the restaurant, I secretly spoke with the waiter. He brought Nina and her kids’ food right away. The rest of us waited until six.
When her check arrived, Nina turned red. “$98?!”
I sipped my water. “The lobster tail was an upcharge.”
“You’re paying for this!”
“I offered dinner at six. You chose now.”
She looked to my husband Finn, who shrugged. “That’s fair.”
After fumbling through her purse, she paid. Her kids got restless, but our food had just arrived.
“Feel free to head home,” I said. “You’ve eaten.”
Nina stormed out, kids in tow. Finn turned to me, grinning. “Brilliant.”
I won’t be manipulated again—especially not by someone using their own children to guilt people. Nina hasn’t spoken to me since. Honestly? Peaceful.
Next time someone tries to take advantage, I’ll remember: the best lesson isn’t revenge—it’s letting people choke on the consequences they ordered themselves.
