prayer points, waffle fries & $1.57

Last night, Mr. Mouse and I packed up Baby Swiss in her car seat, piled into our minivan and drove down to the bank to sign papers regarding refinancing our mortgage.  We are so grown up.

Then, we went to heaven’s cafe Chick-Fil-A for dinner.  Because we had coupons.  Okay, so maybe we’re bordering on elderly.

We paid $1.57 for an order of fries for Mr. Mouse and enjoyed a free chicken sandwich (him) and free kid’s meal (me).  Then, we sat.  We prayed.  And we ate.  As we ate, we marveled at our thrifty ways and talked about treating ourselves to a milkshake after our meal.

Halfway through our meal, as often happens at Chick-Fil-A, the manger stopped by our table to ooh and ahh over our kid and ask if we were enjoying our meal, needed refills, etc.  Except, this manager had an oreo milkshake with two straws in his hand.

Yep, he gifted us with a milkshake.

Do you want to know why?

Well, I’m going to tell you.

He gifted us with a milkshake because he saw us praying before we ate.  (He probably doesn’t know that we only contributed $1.57 to his fine establishment on this particular visit.)

I will forever sit within eye-shot of the manager at Chick-Fil-A.