I went out to dinner last night, and I brought my book along with me, so it was a nice leisurely experience. When I finished, I asked my waitress for my check. She set it down next to me and enthusiastically said, “Here you you go!”

Something about her tone and actions made me pause for a moment, and as she walked away from the table, I began to wonder why she had just been so overly upbeat. I suspiciously looked down at my bill, and saw that the total was $0.00.

I motioned her back over, and when she was standing by my side again, I told her that she had given me the wrong check. She replied with a smile, “That’s your check!”

“I’m confused,” I admitted.

She leaned forward and dropped her voice to a whisper, “I was sworn to secrecy, but somebody in the restaurant paid for your dinner.”

I blurted, “Someone paid for my dinner?” Looking around, and seeing nothing to tip me off, I questioned again, “Who?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“You can’t tell me?” I squawked, in an embarrassingly psittacine manner.

“Nope!”

The grin plastered to her face told me that she was enjoying the situation tremendously, so I simply replied, “Thank you!”

“I’ll pass along your message!”

I never found out who paid for my meal, but it was definitely a pleasant surprise. Life is fun! ?