On Saturday I stopped at a certain fast food joint for a snack. It was late and I didn't want anything big, but I had just finished doing a Passion Party and hadn't had much dinner before hand. I thought maybe a small order of Chicken Fries would be good.
I ordered, drove to the window, and paid. And then the man at the drive through made my day with 6 simple words: Would you like a free Sprite?
Let me say that I don't like Sprite. I would never order a Sprite. I can't remember the last time I drank a Sprite (it has to be in the double digits ago) and if given the choice between water and Sprite, I would probably choose water. But for some reason, on this night, that simple act of kindness of handing over a gargantuan Sprite that the person in line before me's credit card had declined him from purchasing (talk about being over your credit limit!) made my night. And it was the yummiest 56 ounces of Sprite ever.
(Just kidding. I only had about 3 sips, but it was the thought that counted....)