Repeating the Question
On my way back to work, I stopped by somewhere for cheap food. As I stared at the menu and quietly counted my change, the manager motioned me to the register. I asked for a junior burger because it was all I could afford. He gave a “seriously?” look and asked me if I wanted fries and a milkshake as well. I was embarrassed because I couldn’t afford it, and I explained it to him. He ignored me then repeated the question, so I nodded and hesitantly said yes. He pulled out his manager’s comp card and comped the entire meal. I’ve never been more grateful to a total stranger. I’ll never forget that guy as long as I live.