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I like how good will, and creative generosity can be so contagious.  My dad told me a story about a couple that goes to a restaurant and picks out a patron and anonomously foots their bill– and that infected me. 

I ate at a restaraunt the other day and told the waitress to let me pay for “that couple’s bill”- I pointed to a middle aged couple that didn’t seem to have much to talk about.  ”And please don’t tell them who it was from” i added. 

from a distance i heard their disbelief and happiness.  I hope they had something to talk about on the way home.  Something contagious.

August 23rd, 2009 | Category: essays- the unboring type | Subscribe to comments | Both comments and pings are currently closed