Act of Kindness

We don’t usually get out to eat as a family of seven. However, we had two “free kids meal” coupons for Village Inn because of the summer reading program in which the two older children participated. Sunday afternoon found us in the “big city” at a quiet VI.

We worked diligently at keeping all the children as quiet and non-destructive as possible while ordering and waiting for our food. We were having the usual level of success (hit-and-miss depending on the child and the moment) when our food arrived. The waitress said something while passing out our plates and I only caught the end:

” . . . Use your coupons next time.”

I was a bit shocked and ramping up to be annoyed. Was she saying she’d already rung up our order so we couldn’t use the free kids meal coupons this time? I looked at my husband meaningfully so he would question her further. I certainly thought they could always pull the price off when you were leaving. What was up with this lady?

My husband had also done a double take, but it was for a different reason. He asked her, “Did you just say that someone already paid for our meals?

The waitress smiled, nodded, said it was all taken care of and to enjoy our meal. She finished getting all the food in front of us and left the table.

I sat stunned.

Someone — there was no way of knowing who at this point without giving the cashier the second degree — paid for our food while they were paying for theirs and then they left.

My husband was a bit sheepish later. He said the first thing he thought of was his comment during the movie “Gran Torino” when the neighbors were bringing the old guy all that food. He said, “No one does that for us.” He can’t say that anymore. We both agreed we will remember this and pass it along to another at a later time.

There are good people out there who care. Good to remember.


About doucementgently

I'm a thirty-something female with loads of kids, a great husband, and lots of things on my mind. I plan on blogging about homeschooling, personal finance, the economy in the U.S., politics, family life, and the things my children do.
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