Jonathan and I took the kids to do a little shopping in Las Vegas today (a little town 25 miles away.) We try not to leave the house on Saturdays since we go to Santa Fe on Sunday, but we needed to stock up on some feed store supplies and Mallette's in Las Vegas is super friendly and has amazing prices. And since we were there I decided we needed to stop at a hardware store, Wal-mart, and The Shoe Dept. And since we did all of that Jonathan was "starving" and wanted to eat while we were out. We ended up in a mid-grade place...not Taco Bell, and not El Fidel (the ritziest place in the town), somewhere in between. The kids were great and we had a pretty good time while each of us licked our plates clean, figuratively of coarse. After the scoops of ice cream that came with the kids' meals, Jonathan went to the register to pay and our waitress scurried over and told the cashier to apply a $20 bill to our total. Someone wanted to lighten our load. Who does that? How sweet.
Before we left, Jonathan asked the waitress about the person who did that for us. She said that it is a family that frequents the place. Jonathan asked her to make sure to thank them the next time they were in.
I'm pretty sure I saw the family that did it. They kept looking over at us and smiling, but I didn't think anything at the time...if I had a quarter for every double take we get...
