Recently it was my birthday, and we went out to eat. When I found out we were going out to eat for my birthday, I told my mom, "None of y'all better tell the waiters. It's my birthday thing." She's like, "Yeah, yeah, whatever." I go to my grandma's house that weekend. I tell her, "I hope none of y'all tell the waiters it's my birthday," because I don't like that. She agrees. Day of, I tell my mom when we're driving in the car again that I really hope that none of y'all tell the waiters it's my birthday. I don't like that. I'm really worried about two people doing that. We get there, we eat. It's wonderful. It's good. It's delicious. And then right before we pay, the waiters come out. They come out with this big hat. The whole birthday thing. Apparently my Mom told them when she was making the reservation, my step-dad said it when he was ordering(i didnt hear him) and my aunt told while I was in the restroom even through i stated multiple times that I didn't want that. it made me mad