When I went out to Steak n Shake with the Amine Club folks last night (There! I finally publicly admitted that I’m in the Anime Club!), Guy picked up the tab for all 12 of us.
Okay, so I swallow a few of the conclusions I’d reached about Guy, but then comes the part where the rest of us need to chip in for tip. A few people toss cash and change on the table, then everybody just sort of leaves amid chatter and the occasional mention of only using plastic… The next thing I know, WO and I are the only ones of the group left behind, compiling the scattered money into a decent pile and trying to scramble together enough cash and change to make the tip appreciable, which it wasn’t before I dumped out all the quarters I was carrying. It was doubly unfortunate because the service had been relatively amazing this time.
It was one of those moments that made me think about Michael and Jenny (although I do that a lot lately anyway) and becoming the “parents” of a group. Weird moment.