Hospitality
I forgot to post this after I first wrote it a couple weeks ago.
I got this email the other day.
Dear Keith and Lisa,
On Friday, May 15, I was in a car accident on my way to work. I was hit from behind and the man left the scene. No one was injured, except my poor RAV4. My husband left work to see if I could drive it to the body shop and then went home to call the insurance agent, and my place of work. I was pretty rattled. As we were not going to work today, we decided to go to breakfast at Full City.
We told our tale of woe to the waitress and the same to Keith when we came around the room. When the waitress gave us our “bill”, she asked us to fill out the survey card. Keith had given us our meal for free.
We have been customers from the beginning and greatly appreciated the kind gesture. You guys made our day a lot better with your thoughtfulness.
Jim and Pam Bevier
Honestly, I had forgotten about this. It’s not something I do every day, after all we are in business to make (gasp) money. But, we are also in the hospitality business. It was a moment of kindness done for no other reason than the hope that it would brighten Jim and Pam’s day.
Jim and Pam, you are most welcome and hope the Rav is back on the road and the guy who left the scene was found and rightfully proscuted.
Moments of kindness. Pass em on!
I knew you were a softy, K. Good on ya.
I was having lunch the other day and talking to a bartender/former workbud. Sitting a couple stools away from me was a young kid in cammies sipping water and waiting on his lunch. I briefly looked him over and noticed him rolling his wedding ring back and forth on his finger. I’ve done that and know it usually means something heavy is weighing on the shoulders.
I asked the kid how long he’d been in, “Seven months, Sir.”
“About ready to deploy?” I asked.
“Yes sir. A year in Korea at Camp [can't remember the name].”
“There’s a lot worse than that, amigo. No sand and people are shooting at you (yet).”
His food came out and he proceded to chow down like only a person subsisting on military chow can do: inhaled.
I told my bud behind the bar to put his lunch on my bill. He requested his tab and my friend told him I had it covered. He thanked me and I reminded him:
Young man, there are still many people in this country who love their military. I’m one. One day YOU’LL be in my position buying someone else their lunch and you’ll think of the reason why.
Salutes Compadre,
Ciao