**Modern Samaritan in Lower Feltham KFC**

Last night's weather was the same as it had been all this week- frosty, foggy, and downright dull.
My friends and I had just returned in from an event that never happened as the most important person never turned up. We were dressed in tracksuit apparel.
We decided to get a KFC to keep warm and satisfy our appetites, and replenish energy spent breakdancing in Feltham's Asda.

After trekking all the way through the high street to lower Feltham, the nearest chicken outlet, we lined up and ordered. When it came to myself, though, I was approximately one pound sterling short, and desperately hungry.

I turned to my peers in vain, as they had spent the last of their cash on a taxi charge.
However, a woman in the queue who was stood behind me spoke up, unphased by what I was wearing and offered to pay the further cost.

I refused her kind offer, as I later explained to her, whenever I accept people's generosity it backfires on me, like the last time a stranger paid for my bus fair, it turned out to be the wrong bus!

As it turned out, my peers were able to scrape together the extra pound, and I purchased a Toasted Twister Meal.

That's not the point of my story anyway.
I thanked the kind woman profoundly for offering. She was well spoken, yet didn't care approaching a group of people in hoods, which I find unheard of, in Feltham, especially. As mentioned before, I told her why I don't accept small financial support as I usually end up embarrassing myself.

I thanked her again and walked off into the fog...