Texan II

I stopped at the TEXAN II tonight on my way back from my hotel from dinner and I did something I’ve never done before.

I had a few beers, ok nothing new; and I and I had a few random conversations; again nothing new.   However, right before I left, I met a girl.   She was far from my type.   She was COVERED in tattoes.   On her arms, her chest, even her face.   In fact, she had just gotten a new face tattoo, but she was sweet.

I don’t know how I knew she was sweet, but I knew she was. I talked to her for only a few minutes.   Not long.    She ordered some drinks for her friends.   She ordered drinks for her friends even though she didn’t have enough money for them, but she paid in cash, regardless, because she ‘owed’ them because they had bought her drinks.   

I asked her “is someone gave you $100, what would you do with it?”   

She said “I’d save it.”   “  I need $800 to take my barber’s class and I have $650 right now”

I said “You wouldn’t spend it on shots or tattoos?”

She said “No way,  $100 would change my life”

I gave her $100.

She cried and said “thank you, Sir” about 15 times.    I told her “make it count”.   “Don’t tell your friends, stop crying and make it count”.    “DO something with it.”    “Don’t tell anyone and don’t’ follow me.”   “Put it to something useful”

 

Then I left.