My partner and I went out for dinner the other night for a treat, and it was very nice indeed. Good food, nice service, lovely warm dining room, lots of cheesey 80s music.
Then we finished the meal and the wait staff asked my partner if we’d like the bill now. I said yes please. The little black folder (why do they do that?) was brought over and placed by my partner. We discussed how we would pay for the meal* and my partner put the appropriate piece of plastic in the folder. The wait staff returned and carried out the transaction, throughout smiling at me but talking about the payment with my partner.
When it’s regular practice to put the bill in between diners, rather than automatically giving it to the man at the table, that’s when I’ll believe we live in a post-feminist world. We’re clearly not there yet.
* Our finances have been married for many years, so it was about which account to use.