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10 Short Stories That Prove Being Nice Doesn’t Always Go the Way You Planned

Story 4:

I was in line at this crowded café, and the guy behind me had his card declined. He looked embarrassed, so I just told the cashier, “Put his coffee on mine.” Felt good about myself for half a second. He nodded, didn’t even say thank you, just walked out.

The barista gave me this look and quietly goes, “You know he does that every morning, right? Always picks a different person. Pretends his card doesn’t work until someone pays.”

So yeah, my “act of kindness” basically funded some dude’s daily scam.

For illustrative purposes only

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