QuikTrip is such a great spot for stories. They’re not all amazing and deserve their own blog. I have posted a few already and I want to share two more.
The first moment was probably ten years ago.
I want to say I am no saint. Usually, like most of us, when I see money, I pick it up and shove it in my pocket. It’s a nice bonus, a tip for being a good human.
I was at QuikTrip one warm afternoon on the way to work. I spotted a $20 bill on the counter by the hot dog condiments. Any other time I probably would have left it or put it in my pocket. But this time I took the high road. I stood in line for one of the managers. I told him where I found the 20 and that if someone came looking for it, they should have it back. He looked at me and said, “Kevin, that is good karma. This drink is on the house.” I was like cool.
A week later, same QT, I am wearing a black shirt and black pants. I’m standing in line to pay for my drink. Just as I started to pull out my wallet, the man standing behind me said, “Excuse me, I’d like to buy you a drink, Father.” I thought about it for a split second about to say no and instead I said, “Well thank you my son, God Bless you.” I felt guilty until I told one of my friends, a devout Catholic, about the interaction. She thought it was hilarious. The next Monday, she mentioned she told her priest the story, and he got a good chuckle out of it too. Whew… thank god.