Well Just Thanks A Lunch!

(There’s this little old lady around my town is well known for cleaning the front of shops and the streets in exchange for lunch or pay. She is also known for playing the ‘helpless little old lady card’ to get free things. It’s lunchtime so I close the shop, head out the back door and grab some food. I’m gone five minutes, tops. I come back in through the back door and re-open and the day goes on as usual. What I don’t know is that my mother brought me lunch as a surprise in the five minutes that I was gone. She had put it on the front step and left. My mother explains to me that that night that she left me food. I suddenly remember seeing the little old lady pick up a brown paper bag outside the door window, which I now know held my lunch. I assume she threw it in the garbage. The next night I’m working and the little old lady comes in.)

Me: “Hi, how are you?”

Little Old Lady: “Good, good. How are you?”

Me: “I am well. Did you happen to see a brown paper bag full of food outside of the store last night?”

Little Old Lady: “Was it yours?”

Me: “It was but I guess it’s in the garbage now. Oh, well.”

Little Old Lady: “It was good. I saved some for tonight and I’ll think of you while I’m eating it.”