Paying it forward
One year after I walked across the stage of C.Y. Stephens Auditorium only to receive a blank diploma cover (they wait to make sure you’ve passed your finals before handing out any sort of degree), I headed back up to Ames to see the remaining bunch of my friends do the same this past weekend.
Strapped for cash, we headed to Old Chicago for happy hour, which mostly means that appetizers are half-price and pizzas are just $3. After ordering a round of drinks, our waitress informed us that a man sitting alone at the bar had picked up our first round.
We all sort of looked around at one another, unsure of what to do. A friend of mine approached him, shook his hand and thanked him for the drinks. The man didn’t seem too interested in making conversation, though, so my friend returned to the table and we carried on with our meal.
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