Tonight after dinner, my daughters and I walked to Huckleberry's. It is sort of a tradition. The girls split a pink cookie, I get a magic bar, and we sit and chat. However, this evening, after the cookies had been rung up, I realized I had left my wallet at home, and I had no cash. I could feel the blush rising on my face. I could walk back home, get money, walk back to Huckleberry's, eat, then walk back home, but by that time it would have been way past the girls' bedtimes.
As I considered what to do, the cashier, Vinh, said, "I'll pay for it. Don't worry about it. Just catch me next time." Then he pulled out his debit card and paid for my cookies. I was shocked. I had never seen this guy before, and he trusted me. Sure, it was only three and a half dollars, but I was still shocked and heartened by this display of generosity. I must have said thank you a dozen times, and, as the girls and I sat eating the cookies, I kept saying, "That was really nice of him," to the point where Claire said, "Dad, that's all you're saying."
So, when we got home, I found a fiver (it's all I had--I wanted to give him a ten), hopped in the car and hustled back to Huckleberry's to pay him back. He did seem a little surprised to see me--and his money.
Funny how a loan of $3.50 can make your whole day.