Stopped at Ford’s Drive In to get some tasty burgers, fries, and a corn dog for me and my lovely bride on Wednesday.
Parked next to a large white pickup truck that had what I am pretty sure was a dad, mom, and teen son. On the other side of the truck was a large sedan with an older gentleman.
The friendly car-hop took my order and zipped around the lot and inside for a bit.
A few minutes later, she delivered an order to the pickup truck, and they drove off.
About two minutes later, she brought out my bag o’goodies (and it’s always in one bag – never ceases to amaze me how much food Ford’s can fit in one bag!), and when I reached out to hand her money, she said my food had already been paid for.
Uh…what? I asked her who paid for it, and she replied that the people in the pick up truck had paid for my food, and the sedan man’s food.
I asked her if she knew who the pickup truck family was, and she said no.
So whoever you are, pickup truck family, THANK YOU – that was very kind of you!