This year, however… I was on my way to pick up my rifle that I had cleaned and inspected.

Driving through Spanish Fork, the fire department was doing “fill the boot”

I reached in my console to grab a ten, but as I dropped it in the boot, I realized it was the Benjamin that I had to pay the gunsmith.

It wasn’t as good as seeing the appreciation on a waitresses face, but there was no way in hades I was asking for it back.

It’s seriously a feel good tradition. Sometimes it’s a waitress, sometimes it’s door dash, pizza delivery. Etc.