As I’ve mentioned in previous entries; going to Waffle House for breakfast is usually punctuated by myself and some other former Navy guy talking about ‘the old days’. And as my roommate tends to hit the local Waffle House once a week, I end up there about once a month.
Today’s trip ended with another fellow Navy guy… He’s a retired Navy, Vietnam vet, wheelchair bound hell-raiser with a penchant for spending his leftover government checks on the slots in Blackhawk – and apparently hit it big last week to the tune of $350,000.
Anyway, I was contemplating buying his breakfast just to say thanks for his service, but he turned it around on me and bought my breakfast – which I’m still processing as I’m usually the one doing the buying.
I double checked that he was okay with getting my ticket, which is where he explained the sudden windfall and that he was happy to spread the wealth. We both thanked each other for our respective service, shook hands, wished a happy new year, and went on our way.
Definitely a strange turn of events for me – enough that it’s worth writing down. 🙂
Listening to "Hotel Crowne" by At 1980