Splitting the Bill

Every time the bill arrives in a restaurant 'maths anxiety' kicks in with a chorus of, 'Don't show me the bill - I'm rubbish at maths'. It fascinates me how often this is announced. And almost with a sense of pride. The meal didn't start with proud exclamations of, 'Don't show me the menu - I'm rubbish at reading!' So why … Continue reading Splitting the Bill