A weekend or two ago, Deana and I were goofing off around town when we decided to stop at a restaurant for a late lunch snack. When the bill came, we pulled our usual stunt of looking at the bill, looking shocked and pushing it toward the other. This can go on for a while and it never gets old for us. But about the third pass between each other, the man sitting next to us at the bar reached over and grabbed our bill. He said he was going to pay our bill for us. We protested (albeit mildly) th...