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A week ago I had a craving for fried chicken. The wife and I swung by the local Popeye's on the way home from the gym. (The irony does not escape me.)

We pulled up to the speaker, gave the young man our order, and pulled around the corner. In front of us was an S500 driven by a black man with the license plate "I SRV HIM". Must be a southern baptist minister, I thought to myself. I made some comment to my wife along the lines of: "It looks like that serving is working out pretty well."

I pulled up to my window, handed the kid a $20, and waited for my food. About 2 minutes later, the kid comes back and hands me my food, and my $20 back.

"Sir, the man in front of you wanted to pay for your meal. Have a good night."