Chips

I stopped for gas and went in to pay. At the register there was a rack of chips, each bag emblazoned: NEW FLAVOR!

I asked the young lady at the register, “These any good?”

“Don’t know. They’re $1.49 for that teeny bag. I can’t buy chips that cost like that.”

“Well,” I said,” I’ll take a bag.” I paid for the chips and gas. She gave me my change. I slid the chips across the counter to her. “Here you go. Try ’em. If they’re any good, I’ll buy some next time I’m here.”

I turned and went and as I pushed the door she called out, “Thank you!” I doubted I would ever get back that way but to this day I remember that “Thank you!”

Go in peace to love and serve the Lord!
Josh