The first driver placed his ticket on the counter with his phone to his ear. “Your meals are paid for,” the young lady told him. He looked at her with a furrowed brow, paused, and then spoke into his phone, “Hey, can I call you back?” He flashed his confused look around the restaurant and looked back to his server. “Wait, what? Are you joking?” he asked. “Not at all. It’s been paid for,” she told the man with a smile.
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