My Good Deed Gone Wrong

 

(and Hilariously Awkward)

So, picture this: I'm in a government hospital – the epitome of thrilling Saturday night entertainment – waiting for my tests.  Naturally, I grab a burger and juice from the suspiciously cheerful little shop.  I'm halfway through my delicious, https://highland-8c0d23718c.printify.me/artery-clogging meal when I notice this kid, giving me the "please, sir, may I have another" stare, but with more pathos and less politeness.

Feeling like Mother Teresa on a caffeine high, I impulsively buy him the same burger and juice combo.  Kid devours it faster than a politician denies a scandal.

Then, BAM!  Momma Bear emerges from the counter, looking like she wrestled a badger and lost.  She unleashes a torrent of curses, the kind that would make a sailor blush, all directed at the anonymous burger benefactor (that's me!).  I only caught snippets, but the gist was: "That burger-giving fiend!  I drove 25 kilometers, sacrificing my precious gas money, all for a fasting blood test!"https://a.co/d/7Iplfjz

Apparently, fasting for medical tests is a thing. Who knew?  Me, trying to be a good Samaritan, accidentally became the villain in this medical melodrama. I scarpered faster than a politician from a press conference.  Lesson learned: sometimes, kindness is just a really expensive, poorly-timed burger.  Next time, I'm sticking to offering a sympathetic nod and a silent prayer for their blood sugar levels.