My Own Tab

The next time I go out to eat, to drink, to do anything with a group larger than four people, I am going to immediately ask for my own tab from the onset. None of this splitting the bill. No no. I'm going to become the pain in the arse cheapskate. It's much better than paying $10 or more than what I owe whenever we are short.
Last night was at an office happy hour that I arranged. Everything was fine, until the bill came and tip was included. We managed to be short. By a lot. No one was stepping up. I knew it would be me (or my friend) because it always is. I wrongly projected my anger at always having to pay the difference at my co-workers by yelling "I'll pay the difference. I'LL PAY THE DIFFERENCE!" After forking over my card, I headed off to the bathroom. Of course, while I way making sure all beer was out of my body before I embarked on the journey home, the Office Complainer had to talk about my outburst in the snide, snotty and melodramatic way that she talks about everything. She made the mistake by talking smack about me to my friend. Little does this Office Complainer know that if she had confronted me in person, I would have felt badly and apologized. But since she didn't, no apology from me. Of course, she had to spread the smack to work this morning by telling ANOTHER friend of mine who was at the happy hour but left early (he paid). I will definitely confront her if I hear about this incident from one more person.