Brother, SIL and nephew have been visiting here for a few days. Tonight was our last night together (they are leaving on a 6 a.m. flight. I love them, but not enough to get up, drive to the airport, and wave goodbye at that hour ... )
So we go to a restaurant we've never been to before. We put in our orders and whatnot, nothing appears out of the ordinary. I go to the loo.
Shortly after we start eating, a man from a nearby table walks over to brother, pats him on the shoulder, shakes his hand, and says "Thank you, thank you very much!" Brother smiles and says "No problem, you're very welcome."
I have never seen this man before. NO idea who he is or why he's thanking brother.
But wait ... there's more.
About five minutes after he leaves the server comes over and informs us that he has paid for all of our meals.
Now, this isn't the King Edward Hotel, but it ain't McDonald's either. It would've been a considerable chunk 'o' change.
I'm not the only one who has no clue WTF just happened; SIL has the same reaction.
"Do you know him?" she asks brother.
"Nope. Never saw him before."
"So ... what was that all about??"
Brother responds with: "I was just being nice." After which, he clams up completely.
As a former newspaper reporter, I am of course dying of curiosity (as is SIL, no doubt) but brother serenely and firmly refuses to explain.
Oddly, My Hometown is often sneered at as "the armpit of the country" but this is the THIRD time I've been the recipient of this kind of thing (first two times I was eating out alone, and I assure you, unlike in this incident, I had done nothing for the people who picked up my tab).
I'll never hear the full story of this, of course, so I'm at liberty to make up whatever story I please about it. Problem is ... I can't think of a dang thing that could happen in such a short period of time (mere minutes, if not seconds) that went totally unnoticed by the other adult in the group, but which resulted in somebody paying for four not-terribly-inexpensive meals.
So we go to a restaurant we've never been to before. We put in our orders and whatnot, nothing appears out of the ordinary. I go to the loo.
Shortly after we start eating, a man from a nearby table walks over to brother, pats him on the shoulder, shakes his hand, and says "Thank you, thank you very much!" Brother smiles and says "No problem, you're very welcome."
I have never seen this man before. NO idea who he is or why he's thanking brother.
But wait ... there's more.
About five minutes after he leaves the server comes over and informs us that he has paid for all of our meals.
Now, this isn't the King Edward Hotel, but it ain't McDonald's either. It would've been a considerable chunk 'o' change.
I'm not the only one who has no clue WTF just happened; SIL has the same reaction.
"Do you know him?" she asks brother.
"Nope. Never saw him before."
"So ... what was that all about??"
Brother responds with: "I was just being nice." After which, he clams up completely.
As a former newspaper reporter, I am of course dying of curiosity (as is SIL, no doubt) but brother serenely and firmly refuses to explain.
Oddly, My Hometown is often sneered at as "the armpit of the country" but this is the THIRD time I've been the recipient of this kind of thing (first two times I was eating out alone, and I assure you, unlike in this incident, I had done nothing for the people who picked up my tab).
I'll never hear the full story of this, of course, so I'm at liberty to make up whatever story I please about it. Problem is ... I can't think of a dang thing that could happen in such a short period of time (mere minutes, if not seconds) that went totally unnoticed by the other adult in the group, but which resulted in somebody paying for four not-terribly-inexpensive meals.
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