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I was at a steakhouse in Dallas, eating alone at the bar. Next to me was a young guy in a military uniform. He was eating a baked potato and a side salad.
Nothing else. He kept eyeing the steaks coming out of the kitchen, then looking at his wallet. I flagged the bartender.
"Put his tab on mine," I whispered.
"And send him the ribeye.
Tell him it's a mistake from the kitchen."
The bartender grinned. "You got it."
Ten minutes later, the huge steak landed in front of the kid. "I didn't order this," he said, panicked. "I can't pay for this."
"Kitchen messed up," the bartender lied perfectly. "Manager said to eat it or we have to trash it." The kid ate like he hadn't seen food in a week.
When he finished, he asked for the check.
"Covered," the bartender pointed at me.
The kid turned to me. "Sir, I..."
"Thank you for your service," I said.
"Get home safe." He stood up, shook my hand, and walked out taller than he walked in.
If you have more than you need, build a long table, not a higher fence. 🫡🇺🇸
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