Jay Pique wrote:


I was at the local Napa today to get an airfilter, and told the guy
that I owed the store $1.26 for a couple of plastic license plate nuts
and machine screws. He remembered the transaction, said thanks for
coming back to pay, and looked genuinely pleased to have had me come
in. That's just gravy for me. The real payoff is the satisfaction
and peace of mind I get from doing the right thing.


Sonce today was my birthday (69) I went for a nice lunch at a local
microbrewery. Along with a very good fettucine with portobello
mushrooms and chunks of prime rib, I had a pint of stout and a pint of
dunkel. They forgot to charge for the stout. I told the waitress I
wasn't going to cheat someone on my birthday, and she said the stout
would be a birthday present. Good feelings all around.

BTW, the pints inspired me to compose the following bit of verse.

Here's to the brew you can't see through,
Black as a witch's cat.
If the porter runs out I'll switch to stout,
Straight from the brewers tap.

--
It's turtles, all the way down