The bill is here, and no one wants to choose

You know that moment. The bill lands in the middle of the table. Everyone looks at it, then at each other. Then at their phones. It’s not about the money, not really. It’s about not wanting to be the one who decides.

The quiet stalemate

Someone will say, "I can get it this time." But it’s not a real offer. It’s a question. A plea for someone else to jump in. You can feel the hesitation in the air, thick and awkward.I’d scroll through my own photos, pretending to be busy. Anything to avoid making eye contact. It’s easier to look at a screen than to navigate that silent negotiation.

Letting something else decide

So you spin the wheel. You don’t even look at the options as you tap the screen. The names blur together. It doesn’t matter who’s on it.What matters is the sound it makes. That little digital whir. For a second, the responsibility isn’t yours. It belongs to the spin. You can just breathe.

The name lands

And there it is. A name. Not a debate, not a guilt trip. Just a fact. The decision is made, and it wasn’t you. The tension just… leaves the table.

After the spin

The person pays. Someone else says thanks. The conversation starts up again, easy and light. The whole thing is over in twenty seconds. You don’t have to think anymore.