pass it on

On the way to school this morning, I swung into McDonald's for a healthy breakfast. When I got to the window to pay, the cashier told me she didn't need my money because the woman in front of me had taken care of it.

what?

why?

Apparently, she liked my ride.
Oh yeah. I have a sweet ride--245k miles on my sin wagon.

Of course, I was happy/obligated to pass it on to the car behind me...somewhere somebody got a free breakfast this morning.

Way to start a Friday.