Shortly after I turned 20, I was living in New Jersey, and my friend Brittany came to visit me. On the second day of her visit, we dolled ourselves up as much as 20 year olds can, and (independently) found our way to thee City.
I had lived in North Jersey for nearly a year at the time and I still hadn't tried the pickles (and deli sandwiches) from the famed Carnegie Deli. As if the Universe deemed for Brittany to go there, we spotted the red sign above the deli shortly after exiting Port Authority.
We entered, positively flustered.
As is the case with so many NYC restaurants, we found ourselves sitting next to strangers. After a few bites of pickles and an extensive look over the menu, we ordered and convened conversing with the couple next to us. Although we were consuming famous sandwiches, commentary regarding the food was limited, conversation with the couple, though, was ceaseless. After near cleaning our plates, and per the couple's suggestion, Brittany and I ordered cheesecake to share for dessert. The couple ordered some triple layered chocolate cake. The four of us ended up splitting the two desserts.
Shortly thereafter, our bills came and Brittany and I dug into our wallets to pay for the 58 dollars worth of food we managed to put down. As we pulled out 20s, the couple swooped up our bill. We looked at them questioningly, to which they responded
"We insist"
Brittany and I could have paid for our lunch, but they
insisted.
It was unexpected and it was wonderfully kind and it was joyous. This wonderful couple taught me that loving is doing unexpected acts for unexpecting people.
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