Last night Jess and I decided to go to Chilis for a special dinner together (yes…Chilis does mean “special” to us). We had been there for about an hour and had just finished our meal when one of the servers picked up our tab and debit card to pay. She quickly returned after going into the kitchen and told us that our bill had been paid for.
Excuse me?
We thought it must have been a mistake for sure. Someone must have paid the wrong bill. The receipts got mixed up. Something.
But she insistently said that there was no confusion…someone had actually paid for our dinner anonymously. She knew who it was, but promised to the table that paid that she wouldn’t tell us who it was. Read the rest of this entry »
