And now a nice story about something written on a receipt for a change...
This guy bought a single mom and her kids dinner at Pizza Hut because he saw her being a good mom.
I'm curious, hounds, have you ever paid the bill of random strangers in restaurant? (Strangers you were not trying to pick up, I mean, I assume a lot of people have bought drinks for other people in bars as part of an attempted flirtation.)
Pat Tillman NFL star turned US Army hero died in action in 2004, I was out with a small group of friends and upon hearing of Tillman's death I bought a round of drinks, for the bar in his honor.
Shortly there after the great actor Marlon Brando died and in the tradition I had started with Pat Tillman, I bought the bar a round of drinks.
Next I believe it was Ronald Reagan who passed away, this time in honor of the Gipper, I bought the entire restaurant a round of drinks in Reagan's honor.
The next was Ray Charles and so on and so on. All of these were at the same restaurant, which had a small 20 seat bar, and most of the times it was during the week and late at night once I was already buzzed up a bit. The tab for these gestures were never more than a couple of hundred bucks.
Then Rick James died and we weren't at the normal restaurant we were at a much different and larger place.....and it was a Friday night. My friends were egging me on......so sure enough the words "Buy the house a round of drinks in honor of Rick James, BITCH (that was a Rick James tag line, I wasn't calling the bartender a bitch) and me and my friends laughed and laughed and laughed............until I got a bill of close to $1,500. for the close to 200 drinks I bought.
That was the end of that gag.
I routinely pick up the check for clergy, priests or nuns if I see them dining, or buying a cup of coffee in a Dunkin Donuts, anywhere I can I do.
I'll often do the same for police officers as well, both my parents were police officers so it's just something I like to do.
I'll also do the same when I see military in uniform.
I have led a very comfortable life, hard earned, but comfortable. I'm fully aware there are millions of people who sacrifice so much so that people like me have the ability to succeed and achieve in this (f'd up) but still great country of ours. If in some small way, buying them a cup of coffee, tuna sandwich or steak dinner helps assure them their sacrifices are appreciated, then I'm glad to continue to do as I do.
When Brigadier General Roch took command at Giessen, West Germany, he wanted us to find and reward our people when we found them doing something right. Sometimes medals, sometimes the rest of the day off.
I always carry an Eisenhower metal dollar for instant rewards. Somebody with a full cart lets me go in front of them. The cashier who chases me to my car because she shorted me a dollar. The teenager helping the old geezer by getting a box off the upper shelf and then reading the fine print. All worth a simple monetary well done.
Amazing how many try to turn it down, also.
I paid for lunch for a possibly homeless (but definitely gaunt & hungry) older man once when I was leaving an eatery and he was coming in but realized the restaurant was way beyond his affordability.
He had the looks of someone who may have had a decent standard of living in previous years, but somehow hit rough times. I could easily visualize him as a man of "established" stature had he even just had a good cut of hair and clean shaven with regular clothes. I sensed he really wanted to stay but just couldn't, and in a split second I offered to buy him lunch. He did not refuse, but had to swallow his pride via a meek "thank you !".
It was a cafeteria-style place so I asked him what he wanted to eat (which took awhile since he seemed like he wanted everything), waited for him to order (1/2 BBQ chicken with potato salad, corn and peas, a large coffee), paid the cashier and wished him well as I was leaving. I got into my car and felt like s**t that I can be so blessed and so many others are not.
No, but many times (more than 10) I have paid the difference for some random person struggling to find change (or a few dollar bills) in line at the grocery store. Usually, it is a young person, toddler in tow, digging through a purse for more.....
No skin off my nose. They are usually shocked when I throw down a few bills and tell the checker to ring it through. It kinda makes me sad they are so shocked and grateful, actually. It is just common decency.
I've been known to do this, but I have to admit my motives are not usually altruistic. I mostly just want to keep the line moving.
Though sometimes it's just an empathetic response. I live in mortal fear of ever being caught without enough money to pay for things when I get to the cash, and to see someone else struggling with that makes me feel awful. So again, not that altruistic since I'm mostly doing it to relieve my own bad feelings, but I hope it at least helps them.