I was grocery shopping at the Safeway on Henderson Highway.
The cashier had rung up my order, which came to just under $30 when the card-reader machine refused to accept my credit card.
Rather than hold up the line of other customers, I stepped to one side in order to locate my cash. (I’m never sure in which pocket I’ll find it.) Suddenly the cashier approached me and advised me that the young lady behind us wanted to pay for my groceries.
She was an attractive, well-dressed girl, and I thanked her very much, but ended up convincing her that I had the necessary funds on hand.
In the subsequent interchange, I am not even sure whether not I thanked her properly — which I do now, very sincerely — and of course didn’t find out her name or anything else about her.
It was a totally unexpected and overly generous act of kindness.
— R. Howard