Merry Christmas and Thank you very much
You know that moment of panic when you reach to your back pocket as the cashier brightly announces, “£13 and 42p”, and the pocket is empty. “Cash or card?”
“Shit! Neither. I’ve left my wallet.”
After agreeing to leave my trolley to one side, I’m walking to the exit and before I can start cursing myself for killing the planet with wasted journeys, someone behind me shouts, “Hold on mate.”
Oh, perhaps I didn’t forget my wallet after all, I thought. I must have somehow dropped it at the check-out.
“It’s your lucky day” says the cashier. “This kind gentleman is paying for your shopping.”
“#MerryChristmas” says the stranger as the machine bleeps to approve payment after his card swipe.
I’m sure the cashier could see my mouth gaping wide open even though I had on a mask. My flickering eye lids betrayed my confusion and astonishment. I managed to mutter, “Thank you very much.”
The shortish white guy wearing grey sweat gear turned chirpily saying, “Not a problem mate.” With no further ado, he’d left me to bag my shopping still stunned and reeling from his random act of kind generosity at Aldi UK in Donnington.