Some years ago Diane was driving across the country and stopped for the night near a remote farming community. Right on the highway there was a well known motel, several gas stations, and a couple bars. There were no restaurants and the motel had no food service. Although she had some emergency supplies (peanut butter, jam, crackers, a small can of chicken, some baby carrots and, of course, cookies) none of that sounded appetizing. One of the bars advertised pizza, so she went there and ordered a pizza. There was a young guy, maybe 30, draped over the bar with a beer in his hand, mumbling to himself. Diane ordered her pizza and was getting out her money to pay when the guy said, "No, I'm going to treat you to a pizza." Saying NO Diane continued to argue with him until he became really irritated. The female bartender waved her hand and said, "Just let it go." Diane acquiesced and the bartender took the price out of the money on the bar. The guy seemed completely uninterested in the process and just kept mumbling. The pizza was delivered, Diane said Thank You again and left to walk back tot he motel next door. The next morning she was on the road again, wondering what that was all about. Maybe she reminded him of his mother, or grandmother! She is still wondering.
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And, so am I!
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