Can I Borrow a dollar...?

Just when you think that there aren't any kind people roaming the earth, a stranger lends you a hand. Earlier in the day, I was running short on time to eat before I had to head over to work, so I dashed out to the taco spot around the corner for a quick bite. In a rush I grabbed what I thought was around 9 or 10 dollars from my wallet, only to find out at the cashier it was only 7 dollars. Normally this would have been fine except my food, which had already been cooked and waiting for me to dig my mouth into, was a little over 8 bucks. While I was searching for change in my coat pocket, a man behind me signaled to the cashier to put my order on his card. Feeling like a fool I thanked him and left. Even at this moment, I'm not sure how I feel, which made me realize that me being on the receiving end of an act of kindness happens few and far in between. The man was a nice looking white man, who I think I may have seen around the way, but have never spoken to. Although this is merely insignificant, it made my day in an odd way. Almost gave me hope for man kind. Until I walked home and saw a homeless man sleeping in front of a high end spa, being ignored by every Paris and Nikki wannabe entering the salon for $80 manicures. The world is truly whacked.