I Wish You’d Have Let Me Know

 

*From the archives. Originally published Feb. 21, 2014*

 

A couple of months ago, the car in front of us in line at a drive thru paid for our order. I had a Suburban full of hungry kids. The total was $30-something. It was so sweet and unexpected. I felt kind of bad for the person who paid because it was pricey but also so grateful because the kids witnessed it and were tickled. Of course, I paid for the order behind me which ended up being extra-awesome because all the guy ordered was a milkshake.

Last weekend, I went with my Mom to a grocery store. We were behind an elderly woman in line who watched every item being rung up and then watched the screen to be sure she was charged the correct price. Once everything was totaled, she asked the cashier “How much were those yogurts? Did they ring up 10 for $10?” and “The tangerines- how much were those?”. The total was clearly more than she expected. Once she accepted that everything rang up correctly, she began writing a check. She was writing veeeeeeeery slowly. I scooted behind her and over to her right without her ever noticing. I swiped my debit card and paid for her groceries. Not because I was being impatient but because the lady seemed stressed about the total. The cashier beamed and teared up. It was super sweet, y’all. She handed the little lady her receipt. The lady was confused because she hadn’t yet completed her check. She looked at the cashier and said “How did you do that?” The cashier said “Your groceries have been paid for, M’am. Your transaction is complete.” The lady was confounded and said “What do you mean?” The cashier nodded toward me and said “This customer paid for you groceries.”

Little Lady: “You paid? How did you do that? Why did you do that?”

Me: “I just slipped behind you and swiped my debit card. I just wanted to do something nice for someone today and that someone was you. I hope you have a great day!”

Little Lady (tearing up and covering her mouth in surprise): “Well….I can’t… no one has ever done anything like that for me before. I don’t know what to say. This helps me so much. You have no idea how much this helps me. Can I please give you a hug?”

Me (tearing up at her gratefulness and surprise): “Yes, please!”

She patted my back while she hugged me much more strongly than I thought she’d be capable of. Then she held onto the top of my arms and looked into my eyes and said “Thank you so much…I’m just so shocked!”

Me: “You’re more than welcome…hope you enjoy your weekend.”

Little Lady: “I sure do appreciate it…I just wish you’d have let me know so I wouldn’t have wasted a check.”

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