My wife and I had been saving up for an anniversary meal at a pretty expensive place, and tonight we went. It's in this old mansion, so we were in a room by ourselves for a few minutes. A couple of guys get seated at the table beside us, and it's obvious they were from the US South (Arkansas, as it happens); I say obvious because that accent is not often heard up here in Manitoba... Sticks out something fierce.
Anyway, I struck up a conversation with them, asking them about their trip (they were coming for the fishing, etc), and joked that I wasn't sure how friendly we could be, since I'm a Florida Gators fan, and our teams are in the same football conference. That got some talk about football happening, some stuff about parenting (they asked if it was a special occasion for us, and wished us a happy anniversary), and some politics. They were friendly and polite, and I got on immediately with them.
The food was amazing. The bill came, and when I opened it, there was a note saying, "The gentlemen beside you have paid the cheque in full. Happy anniversary!"
Blown. Away.
The joke around my friends and family is that I'm cold and dead inside because I'm not outwardly emotional, but I almost choked up. These guys had no way of knowing we'd been saving up for this, and just how much the almost $200 means. I shook their hands, and my wife hugged them, and we thanked them profusely. I made sure I left the waiter his gratuity, since I couldn't be sure it had been covered by the two fellows, and we left... deliriously happy.
I am doubly blessed. A woman who has loved me all these years, and a meal paid for by two strangers.