At the TGI Friday's at the Atlanta Airport yesterday, the hostess seated me next to a young soldier dressed in fatigues. From the huge camo backpack on the chair opposite him, I could tell he was shipping out. From the equally huge plate of ribs, chicken fingers and fries, I knew he was enjoying one last American meal before leaving.
I thought about saying, "Thank you," but I didn't want to intrude or make him uncomfortable.
Then the waitress brought him the check, but said, "Someone's already paid for your meal." He ducked his head, looking simultaneously pleased and really embarrassed.
Someone figured it out.