Here’s a good story. With a happy ending.
So, it starts out a little bad. I get an alert that a charge I don’t recognize has been made on my debit card. Hmmmm. Next thing I know the bank has canceled my debit card, ordered me a new one and checks are my new (old) mode of payment all over town.
Next day I make a stop at Eatzi’s, a place I love but don’t get to as often as I’d like. Not only did I buy myself a tasty lunch, but I loaded up a basket with the makings for dinner, a few fun cheese spreads and this sun-dried tomato bread I’m addicted to. I plop my basket down in line and proceed to write my check, and that’s when the cashier says it.
“We don’t take checks.”
What?!? This is a glorified grocery store. What grocery store doesn’t take checks? I’m starting to dig through my wallet to see how much cash I have when behind me I hear a voice.
“I’ll take care of it,” says the dashing young man in the well-cut suit and dapper purple tie.
I’m astonished for the second time in 10 seconds. A stranger, one I had never even seen behind me in line, offers to pay for my groceries.
I turn. I stutter. I shut my wide-opened mouth. You see, I’m not used to this kind of chivalry Â in the big city where horns honk too quickly and people push ahead in line and you have to read the fine print.
So after he pays for my groceries with a debonair swipe of his debit card and I write him a personal check, we exchange information.
His name is Brendon Marks, and he’s a financial planner with Hodges Capital Management in Dallas. He’s a California transplant who graduatedÂ from Southern Methodist University. His mama done raised him right, as we say in the south.Â You should do business with him because he’s a really good guy.
I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers.