As Sunday afternoon drifted into Sunday evening. The house was quiet with TV off. I was breathing slow regular breaths. Then I heard Sylvia approach. She had dealt with e-mail correspondence and won a couple of hands of spider solitaire. (We don’t talk about the losses.) I rose to a higher level of consciousness. (I opened my eyes.)
“What do you want for supper?” she asked. That’s like handing me a blank check.
“I’d like a BLT,” was my response.
“I don’t have any B in the house,” she reported. (No surprise there.)
“We can drive to the village. Papa C has some and he’ll make the sandwich for us.”
“You’d take me out to eat twice in one day?”
“Yes, for you I would do that. Besides, I really would like a BLT.”
A short while later we were sitting in Papa C’s pizza, ice cream and sandwich restaurant. The BLTs were very tasty and the folks there are very nice. It’s nice to eat and talk without a lot of distractions. Okay, there were a couple of young men sitting in the booth next to ours, but they weren’t noisy. A couple of customer’s came in for carry-out orders. But those aren’t really distractions they just add a homey feel to the atmosphere.
Time came to pay and return home. As I approached the counter the waitress flashed a big smile and said, “You folks are all set. Your bill has been paid.”
She assured us that she was serious and that the young men had extended us that kindness. So who were they?
I don’t know who they were. Neither Sylvia nor I have ever seen them before. Nor did they leave a clue.
I asked the rhetorical question, “How can we ever thank them?” Sylvia responded, “By paying it forward to someone else.” The waitress said, “Right!”