Two closest buddies at work--drop dead!

“Hello, it’s Captain Spalding, the African explorer!
(Did someone call me schnorrer?)”

I agree, and I’m prepared to nibble on rabbit food forever, if it means I can avoid dining at Chez Messieurs Les Schnorrers ever again.

I can only deduce by this that you have a lot of detractors (or a few powerful ones) that makes this self-inflicted pain in the crotch a net gain to you. Can I suggest that perhaps you work on making more allies at work instead of putting all your eggs in these two manipulative baskets? With friends like yours, I’d be reluctant to see your enemies.

Perhaps you could bring up the issue before dinner? When plans are being made, say something like, ‘Sorry guys, I really can’t go. I’m trying to be cautious about my finances, but even if I don’t order much, we always end up splitting the check evenly, and I can’t risk my budget that way.’

Of course, that makes you look like you’re having money troubles. Maybe ‘I’m trying to save up for INSERT REALLY COOL, EXPENSIVE THING HERE so I’m trying to cut back my non-essential expenses and even if I don’t order much, we always…’

I agree. These two are your allies the way some kids let a mentally handicapped kid be in their group so they can push them around, from what you’ve described here. I’d unentangle myself from them very carefully.

It’s even funnier if you read it in the voice of “Droopy.”