How Did I Know That He Would Pay For My Sushi?


It was almost 3 p.m. I had just finished eating my last California sushi roll at a local restaurant. The waitress had just given me my bill. I had enough time to pay my bill and walk to the local library where I had a two-hour reservation for a private study room. It had a small wooden table, two chairs, and one wall outlet to plug in electronics.

The library had a generous room reservation policy allowing an extra ten minutes past the hour to show up before making the room available to other library patrons. Almost always, I showed up at the library with a couple of minutes to spare before the deadline.

I walked toward the register, which was near the front door to pay my bill. As I walked in that direction, I overheard a waitress at the register tell a customer that his credit card could not be used to pay for his bill. The customer instructed her to try again. I found myself wishing that the man would hurry up. I reminded myself that it wasn’t his problem that I had a deadline. I looked at the man and heard a voice in my head telling me that this man was going to pay for my sushi. How absurd! He doesn’t know me.
Just then, the waitress informed the customer that his card worked. The customer walked in my direction and asked me, “What is that white paper?” What was he asking me? I had no idea what he was talking about when he suddenly reached for my sushi bill and took it from me and handed it to the waitress! He was paying my bill! I thanked him.

I was stunned. What a kind act from a stranger! How did I know? Was it my intuition? Of course, there is no answer.  It was one of those magical situations with no answers that still brings a smile to my face and reminds me that there is a lot of kindness in the world.

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