My Rich Daughter-in-Law Tried to Embarrass Me at Dinner — She Never Expected My Comeback

I never thought that the elegant dinner invitation from my wealthy daughter-in-law would become a nightmare. However, I knew I had to give her a lesson she would never forget when she left me with a $5,375 bill; I was simply unsure of how it would turn out.

I’m Ruth, and I recently put down my chalk after 40 years as a teacher. Veronica, the wife of my son Michael, invited me to join in the celebration. She’s this supermodel lawyer, all power lunches and designer suits.

Saying over the phone, “Don’t worry about the cost,” “It’s my treat.” I should have known better, but I disregarded my intuition because I was so moved by the gesture. I had no idea how much one dinner would alter my life. “Veronica, that’s very kind of you,” I answered. “Are you sure?” “Yes,” she emphasized. “You deserve it after shaping young minds for so long.”

The restaurant was the type where pricing was not listed on the menu. As we walked in, the maître d’ gave me a thorough examination, raising an eyebrow at my sensible shoes and department shop attire. We were sitting at a table by the window, staring out at the skyline of the city. Among the crystal glasses and immaculate white tablecloths, I felt uncomfortable.

“So, Ruth,” Veronica asked as she looked over the wine selection, “how does it feel to be retired?” I played around with my serviette. To be honest? Somewhat peculiar. I’m not sure how to handle my situation.” With an inattentive nod, she faced the sommelier. “We’ll have the 2015 Château Margaux.”

We talked about our families, my previous employment, and hers. I felt like we were becoming closer for once. Veronica commented, taking a sip of her wine, “You must be relieved to be done with all those mischievous kids.” I answered, “Oh, I’ll miss them. My life was spent teaching. Every pupil was distinct, a riddle to be solved.” She gave a nod, but her eyes seemed to be getting tired. She didn’t even look at the menu when the waiter arrived.

She waved her hand and muttered, “The usual.” “And for my mother-in-law —” she interrupted, gazing hopefully at me. I said, seeming agitated, “Oh, um, I’ll have the chicken, please.” After nodding, the waiter vanished. With hardly a breath in between, Veronica launched into a story about her most recent court case. While trying to follow along, my thoughts strayed. I considered my classroom, where a newer teacher was teaching. Did she love it as much as I did?

“Ruth? Do you hear me?” Veronica’s abrupt tone brought me back to reality. “I apologize, sweetie. Just momentarily lost myself in contemplation.” She let out a sigh. “The judge made a decision that was entirely in our favor, as I was saying. It was an overwhelming triumph.” Though I wasn’t quite sure what she was talking about, I nodded and smiled.

As the night went on, I began to feel uneasy in my stomach. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what was wrong. Veronica excused herself after we had finished our meal. She said, “I’ll just pop to the ladies’ room.” “Be right back.” It was fifteen minutes later. Then thirty. The waiter’s courteous grin turned strained as he continued to give me the side-eye. At last he came over. “Madam, are you ready to settle the bill?”

I almost passed out when I saw the amount—$5,375. “I apologize,” I stumbled to myself. “I was asked by my daughter-in-law. She promised to pay. The waiter became stern-faced. “Perhaps you’d like to call her?” Yes, I did. Directly to voicemail. I realized at that point. This had all been part of her plan. It seemed as though someone had punched me in the stomach. But once the initial shock subsided, resolve started to take its place.

I grinned at the waiter after taking a long breath. Calmly, I responded, “It seems like I’ve been abandoned.” “But don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” I hoped my credit card wouldn’t be denied as I gave it over. I figured I’d be living off of ramen for months, but it wasn’t. My head was already racing with plans as I walked out of the restaurant. Despite my advanced age, I’m not powerless.

I gave my old pal Carla a ring early the next morning. She has a wicked sense of humor and owns a cleaning service. I said, “Carla, I need a favor.” “How’d you like to clean the biggest house in town?” She giggled and said, “Ruth, what are you up to?” “This doesn’t sound like your usual request.” When I told her about my proposal, she was delighted to assist. “Oh, honey, I have the perfect team for this,” she exclaimed. “We may even conceal a few surprises when we depart that spot spotless.”

A tiny smile appeared on my lips as I hung up. I was not finished yet, but phase one was over. I then gave a call to my book club friend Charmaine, who is a lawyer. Ever since I assisted her daughter in passing her English examinations, she has harbored fond memories of me. “Charmaine, how much would it cost to sue someone for emotional distress?” She laughed. “Ruth, are you really not that serious? This is not who you are.” “Dead serious,” was my response. “But in all honesty, I don’t want to sue. I simply have to frighten someone.”

“Ah,” she responded, rapidly realizing. “Well, then, I believe we can create something appropriately horrifying. Pro gratis, naturally.” I asked Veronica to tea one week later. As if nothing had happened, she waltzed in and clicked her heels on my linoleum floor. She chirped, “Ruth, how lovely to see you.” “I hope you enjoyed our dinner out.” I gave a charming smile. Yes, indeed I did. Actually, as a small token of my appreciation, I have this for you.”