Had to run down to Baton Rouge this am to get some things done, finished and stopped for a late breakfast at favorite family place called Franks.

Walking in to be seated I passed by young 2 Sheriffs deputies who were having their coffee waiting on their meal.

I sat down and the waitress came and I ordered then told her to bring me the deputies’ bill and don’t say anything.

She smiled and told me that there were 3 different people already ahead of me on that and that I’d be number 4 with that offer. She went on to say that she’d tell them that 4 different folks wanted to pay their breakfast bill.

I thought that was pretty cool.


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