One night, right after I got my paycheck, he let the kids order whatever they wanted, racking up a MASSIVE BILL. But he had no clue WHAT I had planned this time.
You should’ve seen his face when I said, “Oh no, I forgot my card too.” The color drained from his face as he stammered, “What? How could you forget it too?” I shrugged nonchalantly, “Guess we both have bad luck tonight.” The kids looked confused, and I felt a bit guilty for dragging them into this, but it was necessary to make my point.
After a moment of awkward silence, he sighed and pulled out his wallet.
Magically, his card appeared from one of the slots. “You had it the whole time?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. He avoided my gaze, mumbling something about forgetting which pocket he had put it in. We paid the bill, and on the way home, I calmly explained how his habit of “forgetting” his card was not fair to me. Since that night, we’ve split the bill evenly or taken turns paying. No more mysteriously forgotten credit cards, and our relationship is much stronger for it.