Aldo

Here's something I love, for a change: Aldo. The effeminate, Mexican gentleman who works at my local Subway. Like I said, I like when someone gets it right. He's always very friendly, but the cherry on top was when, a couple weeks ago, I came straight from playing basketball, as I often do, and I only had a credit card. My sandwich was already made and ready to go, but when I got to the register, their credit card machine had broken. The person at the register was turning me away, when Aldo stepped in. What did Aldo do? He vouched for me to the manager, putting up his own money, knowing I'd be back soon to pay it back. Thank you, Aldo.