Sometimes, I’m astonished by my own absent-mindedness. Last night, after working out, we went to Walmart because we were out of ice cream. (Yeah, I know. Don’t start.)

Always the misanthropic introvert, I opted for self-checkout. As my husband prepared to swipe his debit card, I astutely remembered that we had just gotten a robo-call alerting us to the fact that our daughter’s lunch money account was perilously low. (See my rant about this practice.) 

“Get $20 cash back for lunch money,” I reminded him, then silently commended myself for remembering and for basically being a wonderful mother.

We gathered our things (yes, things, because we couldn’t agree on one flavor of ice cream, and what’s ice cream without topping?) and headed to the car. This afternoon, while chatting with my husband, he asked, “Did you give that $20 to Morgan for lunch.”

“No. I didn’t have it. Didn’t you get it out of the dispenser?”

Silence. Then he replies, “Well, I guess we made someone’s day.”

Yeah, but not our daughter’s. She’s gonna be so hungry when she gets home from school today…

You can call it absent-mindedness (or neglect of a dependent), but I think I’ll call it, “a random act of anonymous kindness.”

Yeah, that has a nice ring to it.

We’re attending an event downtown tonight for which we will need some cash. We’ll probably be hitting up an ATM in Noblesville, IN. Perhaps, if you stake out the right one, you could get lucky.