Forever, I’ve wanted to secretly buy the person’s meal behind me in the drive-thru at McDonald’s or wherever we might be. I have thought about how I could do it without being bashful. Like, say to the cashier, “I would like to buy the person’s meal three cars behind me so I can make my get away and they wouldn’t know who did it.”
Today, after a long walk with twinsie and the dogs, I was at the drive-thru at McD’s to get an oatmeal (YES, they did stop selling our oatmeal near us Darn them anyhow.) We have a dual drive-thru, so after I gave my order, I nosed into line behind the cars filing to pick up their Egg McMuffins and coffees. Another car nosed in after giving his order, and I could see he looked very grumpy. Something told me that A, he’s just a grumpy person, B, he just looks grumpy but he’s not really, or C, he’s had a bad start to his day.
I was thinking how fabulous my day started, prayers early, stretching after a good sleep, walking in the dark with my favorite walking person and pups. And I felt bad for Mr Grumpy, even if he’s just a grumpy old guy, I felt bad for him, because something makes him grumpy, right?
As I got up to the window, I realized I didn’t have cash for my oatmeal and I was going to need to use my debit card, and so then I won’t have change for the Ronald McDonald kids change box. Woe is, seriously, me. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and pay for Mr Grumpy behind me, and pray that he had to wait for his meal so I could make my getaway.
So, I nonchalantly said, “I would like to pay for the gentleman’s breakfast behind me.” And the gal, nodded, and rang up the two orders and I could see that my bag was ready for pick up in the next window, so I grabbed it and took off.
The man did get behind me on the roadway (darn construction) but I kept my eyes on the road. And he turned right as I turned left. I wish I could have looked over and smiled and waved or something, but I just sat there looking straight ahead expressionless.
So, I’m starting to get this down. My first try, was mediocre at best. I have no idea how that made that man feel and I will never know, but I hope that he felt good drinking that large coffee with extra sugar and extra cream (cheap date this time around), and that it did make his day better. I wonder if I had just looked over and smiled as we sat at the light if that would have made it even better? I don’t know. I’m a sneaky giver novice, but I plan on being bolder and doing it more often. If I can’t give change to Ronald McDonald, I hope I can change the day of someone behind me.