After my wife and I had attended church tonight, we continued our ritual of Torchy's time after Jesus time. We walked in, Beckett sleeping in his carrier, and ordered as usual. The cashier took my order and told me what I owed her. I began to reach for my wallet, and my heart sank and my stomach growled. The wallet wasn't there.
I rushed out to the car and found nothing.
I went back inside to inquire of Jessica if she knew of the phantom wallet's whereabouts. She knew about as much about it's location as I did.
I immediately went into panic mode. Just picture the hamster in my head on some serious speed with a couple of Red Bulls on an IV feed. I was not sure if I had left the wallet at church, or at home. Either way, we were out of luck. We had ordered food and even received our chips and queso, but had no way of paying.
I stood there at the table, staring at Jes, in state of mental anguish over what to do next and where my wallet could be. Then a man in a long, black jacket walked over to ask if everything was ok. Of course two super-confident and controlled people were ok. Why would someone need to ask that? Probably because one of us was nervously smiling and laughing (Jes) and the other looked as if the world was crashing down around him.
He smiled and asked if there was anything he could do. We said we had just misplaced my wallet and were looking for it. To which he replied, "Don't worry about it. The food is taken care of." His wife was not far behind him and chimed in that they had a couple of small kids too and completely understood.
Our evening was saved and our stomachs rejoiced in unison. This kind stranger had stepped in to rescue us.
I made sure to stop by his table later and said thank you again. He waved me off and replied it was no big deal. We were blessed by a kind stranger. I can only hope that I can repay his kindness someday by being a kind stranger to someone else. I hope I dress a bit more hip and less middle-aged though...
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