I had a very interesting night tonight. Went to work and that jazz, that part was pretty uneventful, but after I finished cleaning up, I clocked out and noticed that the restaurant was uber busy since they had a live band in. Great. That meant that every seat at the bar was taken and I couldn’t eat my supper upstairs. Wonderful.

I decide to leave and go to Subway for dinner instead. I brought my wallet with me for cab fare in case it rained, so I knew I had money on me. I ordered my sandwich and went to go pay, and I handed over my Visa since it didn’t look like I had enough change. Well, Subway apparently doesn’t take Visa so I had to leave my sandwich on the counter, feeling pretty sad. It hadn’t been a good week already and it was just adding to it.

I decided not to take a cab home and walk, since I was feeling that low. Good thing I did, because about 5 minutes later, a girl came running up to me with a Subway bag.

“Were you just in Subway?” she asked me. I nodded, probably looking incredibly confused. She handed me the bag. I took it after a slight pause and said thank you. She bade me goodnight, and headed back towards main street. I continued walking, but all of a sudden I started to cry. I couldn’t believe a complete stranger paid for my supper. So I fought tears all the way home.

Even now, an hour or so later, tears are still stinging at my eyes. It really restores your faith in humanity when something like that happens.