I think I’m getting the title for this post from an episode of “This American Life.” If I’m not, Ira should get on this topic as I think it’s a good one. Tonight, though, I experienced it for myself.
Tonight Shawn and I met for a drink after work this evening and while we were sitting and chatting, I noticed a man sitting alone at the bar. He kept glancing over at us and I just couldn’t decide if I found this creepy or sweet. Normally I would think it was a little weird to be making accidental eye contact with a man who seemed to be paying an inordinate amount of attention to me and boyfriend having a private but lively conversation at the bar, but for some reason this guy didn’t weird me out. I know that I’ve been in situations where I’ve been alone and couldn’t help but listen to folks sitting near me, whether they were annoying or too loud or too interesting not to notice. Hopefully we were the latter. But whatever the case, a few minutes before Shawn and I were ready to leave, this man got up, said “Merry Christmas” to us, and left the bar. He’d left his umbrella behind and Shawn ran out to give it to him. When he got back ad we were to pay a few minutes later, the bartender told us the man had paid our tab and told him not to tell us until he’d left the bar. That’s right, my friends. He paid it forward.
Sir, I know you don’t read my blog, but I’d like to say thank you. It’s a dreary rainy night and you made it quite special for us. In your honor, I promise this week to pay the bar tab of the folks next to me or the Krystal tab or the car behind me or the cover charge of the person behind me and make their evening like you made ours.