I ordered some food online for lunch, so that I wouldn't have to wait in line - it's a cool thing that Chipotle does - then you can just go straight to the register and pay for your food without having to wait.
With my order in, I headed over to the ATM to get some cash out, but didn't have my wallet. That is odd, I never forget my wallet. I called home to make sure that I had left it there and hadn't lost it somewhere, and my wife assured me that it was, so that was good. However, I had already ordered food and had no money. I asked a coworker to borrow some cash for my lunch.
When I got to the restaurant, the manager was standing near the register and noticed some million dollar bill tracts (MDB) in my shirt pocket, so I handed him one and told him it was a Gospel tract and there's the million dollar question on the back. I got my food and headed out, but didn't give any more MDB's to anyone, not even the cashier (I am kind of quiet by nature and don't always witness as much as I should.) If I had, things might have gone better.
As I got back to the office, I noticed there was a message on my phone, so I listened to it. It was the manager from the restaurant, who apologized that they had given me the wrong order. I hadn't checked it because they never get it wrong. Well, almost never.
I called him back and he said I could come and get my original order, and he'd also pay for my next one. He said I could keep the wrong order that they'd given me as well. Since my work is close by, I went back. They gave me my original one, as well as a new fresh one and this time I gave the cashier a MDB. That's probably the real reason that I had to go back.
Note to self: Next time, just be obedient in the first place. I don't want to end up going through stuff like Jonah because I didn't listen. I guess it's just a good thing there aren't many big fish to swallow me up out here in the desert.
Out in the parking lot, there was a car parked next to the curb - he wasn't in a parking spot, but on the side, even though there were plenty of parking spots available. I thought he deserved a ticket for parking in the way like that, so on the way out, I stopped and put a Gospel tract under his windshield wiper. These particular ones are bright orange and say "Violation" on them, and look like some sort of parking ticket at first glance. But it states right on it that it is not, and then takes you through the law and the Gospel. I suppose people are relieved that it's not a real ticket and then read through the entire thing to see what it is, so they get a good Gospel presentation.
So, I ended up with three burritos (my original, the new freshly made one, and the one I got by mistake). Now, Chipotle makes huge burritos, you can't really eat more than one. The coworker who loaned me the money for lunch was still at her desk, so I gave her one one of the burritos and she split it with another person. I put the other on ice to take home for dinner.
Overall, things worked out pretty well, with extra food for others and a couple of Gospel tracts given out, too! Not a bad way to finish out the year!