When Centerbrooke had a van, a bunch of us would go to lunch once a month. One day they hauled off the van (after Covid) and it's gone to van heaven I guess. Leastwise we haven't seen it since!
So, I decided that we had enough drivers around this place that we could start up that event again. Who needs a stinking old van, right?
Yesterday 7 of us residents rode up to Smithfield, (That's in Virginia USA, the home of Smithfield Ham) to a place called The Cockeyed Rooster. They serve breakfast 'til 2 p.m.
We had the best time. We laughed, told jokes, ate good food.... it looked like that we were a bunch of monkeys let out of the zoo! That's what happens when you keep us 'older generation' cooped up too long!
Then the waitress comes by. She was so cute and friendly and we liked her even more when she said, 'It was so nice to have waited on y'all. Everything's been taken care of and I hope you'll come back again soon.'
WHAT!! DOUBLE WHAT!!
Our bill paid? by whom? She wouldn't say. However, one of our group knew the two men at the next table and we'd talked some to them while we were all eating.
They are the ones who did it! They confessed that they came there about every day so we teased them about we were going to show up every day, 'just in case they were in a giving mood'. We all laughed about that!
Their nice, generous gesture really made our day so special. They said, 'Just pay it forward.' I certainly intend to do that!