Deon came home late after a huge day at work last yesterday. It was 8pm, and we had just put Carter down to bed. (Oh- quick update- a visit to the doc's yesterday revealed not only a viral infection but also an ear infection, the poor little poppet. Luckily we now have lots of awesome antibiotics to hopefully kick start his way to good health!)
Anyway it was late, I hadn't started tea, and I really didn't feel like cooking anything. I decided to duck around and grab some fish and chips from up the street. However, when I got there I realised I had no cash. I inquired about eftpos. Unfortunately they didn't have it.
What would you like to order? the man behind the counter asked.
Oh, it's OK, I don't have any cash so I can't order anything. Thanks anyway! I replied, feeling a little foolish.
He smiles. 'In Cyprus, where I come from, we don't send people away without food. It's tradition. Order what you like, then just come back and pay tomorrow.'
I was floored. And, so grateful. He had never met me before. However, he still had enough faith in society to assume I would be back tomorrow. (Which I was, the very moment they opened!)
Even Deon was amazed. What lovely people. It made me smile the rest of the night.