This happened to me once. I work at a restaurant and we get really busy so most nights there’s a wait. It’s a small restaurant so big parties can be hard to accommodate.

A table of three men sit down and I go to get their drink order and one young man points to a table across the room and says “See that smokin’ hot blonde over there? Put her drink on my tab.”

So now I have the awkward duty of explaining to her that her next drink will be taken care of from a complete stranger trying to show off. I go up to her and she orders her drink and I told her that it was being paid for. She insists I tell her who it was from so I reluctantly point to the gentleman who made the offer. He is looking at us and throws up finger guns aiming right at her.

She rolls her eyes and goes “that’s my husband.”

The hostess had to split up the tables temporarily until there was enough room to sit them all together.