While driving back home tonight, I swung by Kelly’s roast beef to get some drive-through dinner.  Fish sandwich and side of fried clams: $21.50.  As I pulled up to the line, the car in front of me drove away in a clear “my life is too important to wait more than 5 minutes for a giant roast beef” kind of huff.

So eventually I pulled up to the window, and paid via credit card.  Our conversation went like this:

CASHIER: That’ll be $7.01.

ME: That cheap?

CASHIER: Yeah, for root beer and a roast beef?

ME (now craving root beer at the mention of the tasty drink): No, fish sandwich and side of clams.

CASHIER: Oh – that’s a mistake.  Did somebody int he line drive off?

ME (still craving root beer): Yeah.

CASHIER: Aw, I hate it when that happens.  Okay, I’ll just charge you the difference for your meal.  Got to do some math here…

[mad calculations, as we hand my credit card back and forth]

CASHIER: Okay, here’s the extra charge.  Hey, want a free root beer?

ME: Sure!

So I drove off with my original meal and the free root beer which I had suddenly started to crave.

And as I drove off I said a little “thank you” to God for having my back in relation to root beer, and giving me what I wanted before I even had a chance to regret not asking for it.  And I felt a response, like “I’ve got your back, now and at all times.”  A small little thing, but it felt nice to have that little sense of peace.

Root beer never tasted so good.