Doing the job I do where abuse is par for the course and the moods my partner gets into at times and lets fly, I surprise myself at how thinned skinned I can be at times. We were out for dinner last night at our regular pub for a meal with our Brother Friends. I always leave the nasty bill paying stuff for others to sort out. Just tell me how much I have to pay. Our fave waitress, who we call Shazza, was there. I was not paying attention when Shazza asked R if we wanted a second drink, in my case a house red. But he did not say a house red, he just responded to another drink.
I was upsized to a more expensive wine. It showed on the bill when sometimes we just go to the bar and pay the bill without question. It is a place we trust. Well was. But we had to divvy up the bill, our share and the Brothers share, and so we noticed. R was talking about the upsize when unbeknownst to him, Shazza was behind us cleaning down a table. I am only guessing that she heard something. She did come up to me later and apologise for the overcharge, but no mention of reducing the bill.
The amount of money we are taking about is less than $3 so it is clearly not about the money.
R or someone normally checks bills wherever we eat. We stopped bothering at this place. We might have eaten at this hotel thirty times in past few years, sometimes with friends, often just us and once with a group of ten. Such a simple thing has mega pissed me orf and I have taken it very personally.