submitted by ghostsniper via Comments

I went into Circle K last evening. 
As I was looking around I noticed this older gentleman kept looking at me. 
He was a customer also. 

I was waiting for the coffee to finish brewing as he walked up. 
He had a tear in his eye and he proceeded to tell me that I looked like his son that was killed in Vietnam. 

I told him that I was sorry to hear that. 
He talked to me for about 5 minutes. 
He told me how he and his son were fighting before he shipped out. 
And that he never did say good-bye to him. 

I felt bad for the guy. 
He asked me if I would say good-bye to him as he left the store. 
I said I would.
As he was going out he yelled “Good-bye son”, I yelled back “Good Bye Dad”. 

Well the coffee had just finished and I went up to the counter to pay for it. 
The clerk told me the total was $58.65.  

I said for a cup of coffee? I think you made a mistake. 
She said “No a carton of Marlboro’s and a 6-pack of Bud, your dad said you were getting his”. 

NOW my blood is boiling. 

I rip out of the store, the old man is just starting to get into his car.  

I grabbed him by the arm and tried to lead him back to the store. 

He fell to the ground and I got a hold of him and started pulling on his leg. 

Kinda like what I am doing to yours right now.  🙂