McDonalds at Midnight

So maybe not midnight, but whatever. McDonalds at ten at night doesn't sound as catchy.

We have a Super Wal*Mart just three minutes away, with a McDonalds in it. I volunteered to go with dad to get some stuff, and as we were checking out, Michael and I were given five bucks and told to get two chocolate ice creams for us and a cherry icy for him.

This is how it went, because I'm too tired to really make sense of it:

(we're walking over to the McDonalds)
MICHAEL: Oooh, you just wanted to go so you could check out the guy at the counter.
ME: (sarcastically) Oh, yeah, totally.

As it turns out, he's amazingly cute and close to my age. But also, I didn't care. Because I wanted my ice cream and cute guys are usually jerk-ish.

(up at the counter)
GUY: (smiles) Hi, how're you?
ME: (stunned, hesitates) Um. Great.
GUY: That was sarcastic...
ME: (awkward laugh) Yeah, it's been a long day.
GUY: I totally understand. What can I get for you?
ME: Um. Do you have icys?
GUY: (raises his eyebrow, steps backwards and looks at me worriedly as he points to the icy machines that are RIGHT OUT FRONT)
ME: Wow. Um. Yeah. Okay. That was stupid. I'll take the red one.
GUY: (laughs) Anything else?
ME: Um, a small chocolate shake.

He rings it all up... And then I realize I totally forgot the other shake - AS he's finishing up the order, giving me my dollar sixty-seven back.

ME: Oh, hey, Michael, you wanted a shake, too?
MICHAEL: (eyeing me with contempt) YES.
ME, TO GUY: (sigh) My fault. I need another small chocolate shake.

He laughs and orders another one.

GUY: Okay, that'd be $1.85
ME: (looking at the money in my hand) Crap. Michael, take this change back to dad and have him give me a dollar instead.

So Michael runs off, and I'm left hanging out awkwardly at the counter.

ME: Um, well, here's a dollar.
GUY: (laughs at me) Don't worry about the change.
ME: (stares) Are you sure?
GUY: Yep. I'll take care of it.

*SHOCKAGE.*
It was like, HOLY CRAP. I HAVEN'T SEEN A RANDOM ACT OF KINDNESS LIKE THIS IN FOREVER.
And of course, my wonderful father's coming over to pay with his card as I meet him in the middle and have to say "nonoonononoit'stakencareofwe'releaving."

His response: "What, did you flash him?"

We all said thanks to the guy and I got teased all the way home, but really, how cool was that? Oklahoma's supposed to be one of the states with the nicest people, but WOW.

On the way out he smiled and nodded at me. Like, "Take care of yourself, retard. See you in two days when you come to Wal*Mart at an unhumane time again."