I went to the Albany liquor store last night to pick up a six-pack of beer. I was having a guest over to BBQ and wanted to offer him something nicer than the Rolling Rock I had bought a while back on a sentimental flashback to college.
I went to pay for my nice O'Dells 90 Schilling and didn't have my I.D. or debit card.
Hmmm.
I apologized to the cashier, who was talking to an ol' codger, and said I would be right back - I was going to run out to my car to check for them.
After a fruitless search in my car I walked back to tell the cashier no luck. The guys were both genuinely concerned about where the cards could be.
I apologized again for the already-rung beer and kind of turned to go.
I must have looked pretty bummed because the ol' codger pulled out his wallet to spot me saying, "I could catch him next time."
I was touched and surprised. And of course I politely refused.
But I left thinking how nice it was that one old drinker was trying to look out for another.
Now THAT'S what I call concern for others!
3 comments:
I think that was a great gesture for him to make, and very trusting. You don't see that much anymore. Maybe he was trying to hit on you, too:) By the way, did you find your cards?
Nobody drinks for free (sort of like nobody rides for free)... ;-)
This makes me miss home soooo bad. Only in Wyoming would this happen. *sigh*
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