I’m 74. I’ve eaten lunch at the same Cracker Barrel every Tuesday for 6 years. Since Harold died. Same booth. Same meal. $12.49. The waitress, Becca, always sits with me on her break. Last Tuesday, the manager said, ‘Mrs. Patterson, your tab has been paid every week for 6 years. Anonymously.’ I said, ‘By who?’ He didn’t know. 312 meals. $3,888 someone covered.
That was the first thing Linda Patterson noticed — before she could bring herself to open it, before she could make her fingers stop trembling long enough to slide beneath …
I’m 74. I’ve eaten lunch at the same Cracker Barrel every Tuesday for 6 years. Since Harold died. Same booth. Same meal. $12.49. The waitress, Becca, always sits with me on her break. Last Tuesday, the manager said, ‘Mrs. Patterson, your tab has been paid every week for 6 years. Anonymously.’ I said, ‘By who?’ He didn’t know. 312 meals. $3,888 someone covered. Read More