Quinn Minute – Free meals

     It was just a case of mistaken identity.

     But after all these years, I need to share my secret. That’s why I’m telling you.

     In my younger days, I worked in a downtown store’s advertising department. My job was to write about everything from cameras to hair clips.

     As a single lazy guy, I didn’t cook. I ate out every night, usually at a large “home cooking” restaurant. One night something strange happened.

     I went to pay my check, and the new night manager said, “Don’t worry, son, we’re buying your dinners now. How are things at the seminary?”

     I said, “Thanks, but I don’t go to the seminary.” In reply, the manager just smiled. “You’re just being modest,” he said. “See you next time.”

     What could I do? I felt bad about this. But a couple times every week I weakened, and I grabbed a free meal there.

     Each time, I emphasized I was not the theologian they thought I was. But they kept giving me free food.

     Being the miserly kid I was, I also took dates there, and I had to pay only for their meals. That way, if the date didn’t work out, it didn’t me cost much.

     Sadly, after only a year or so, the night manager changed. The restaurant then recognized me for what I was…just a guy who liked their food.

     But many of their frequent customers had often heard me called a minister. If they saw me on the street, they’d wave and say, “Bless you, reverend.”

     I’d bless them right back. And you know what? I think it made both of us feel better.

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