Pass it on..

As I stood impatiently behind a guy at the corner store, he nervously wrote a check for some groceries and a tank of gas. I know the clerk, and she wasn't as nice to him as she always is to me. I was thinking two things. One, I'm in a hurry and this guy's backing up the line and two, what kind of knucklehead buys groceries at the corner store. The prices are next to highway roberry. While Janet, the clerk ran his check for approval, I used my time to continue to size this guy up. Hmm, a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and roll of toilet paper. No cokes. No beer. Just a tank of gas. When Janet told him his check was declined, I swear I thought the guy was going to cry. He quietly excused himself and said he would be back. In an effort to make me happy, Janet pushed his stuff aside and waited on me apologetically. At that point, I wasn't happy, I just wondered what happened to him. I walked outside with my diet Coke and saw him sitting at the gas pump. He wasn't going anywhere fast. Not being known for my sympathy, I knocked on his window and scared the guy. He rolled down his window and I reached for my last bill, which happened to be a twenty. I handed it to him and said quietly, " here man, go get your groceries" I think the guy was in shock. He looked me in the eye and said, "God bless you, I promise I'll pass it on when I get my turn."