Four Louisiana police officers were working their shifts as normal, and when they became hungry, they decided to go to Outback Steakhouse to grab a bite to eat for dinner. What they didn’t know was that as soon as they walked in the door, the manager and server took notice of their uniforms and planned to send them a message on their receipt.
Every day, law enforcement puts their lives on the line to ensure the safety of the general public. One restaurant staff member decided to thank their local police in a special way!
The Slidell police officers often visit the local Outback Steakhouse for lunch, dinner, and even late-night meals. Manager Arline Wood has nothing but nice things to say about the officers that visit her restaurant! She loves having them in, and server Zoe says, “They’re the sweetest guys.”
They always treat the staff with respect and dignity, and Arline appreciates their continued patronage. That night, two employees decided to take special care of some of the officers that had come in at the end of their shift. The Outback duo picked up the check for the four officers that were dining that night! Totaling around $67, server Zoe dropped off the receipt with a little note thanking the men for all that they do.
The officers were very moved by this kind gesture and gave Zoe a large tip in return! They posted a picture of the receipt on the Slidell PD Facebook page and received even more positive feedback. Slidell PD said,
“Words can’t describe how this makes all of us feel. THANK YOU MS. ARLENE AND ZOE FOR BEING SO KIND AND SHOWING YOUR APPRECIATION FOR LAW ENFORCEMENT.”
Manager Arline said she never expected this kind of media attention; she just wanted to thank the officers for their service.
Arline and Zoe hope this helps inspire other people to take the time to thank the men in blue. Now, more than ever, the police officers need to be reminded that we still appreciate what they do!
These women were able to show their gratitude and respect to the officers who serve their community! Let’s hope more people take a page out of their book and pay it forward. A positive act like this helps to combat all of the negativity in the world.
My Sister Invited Me to Her Vacation Home Only to Dump Her Son on Me and Go Partying for a Week — I Gave Her a Reality Check
When my carefree sister Jessica asked me to her upstate vacation house, I quickly said yes. Once I arrived, it didn’t take long for me to realize that Jessica had duped me into looking after my energetic nephew while she went off to party. I soon came up with a way to make her pay.
I was sitting on my couch, nursing a glass of wine after yet another grueling day at the office, when my phone buzzed. My younger sister’s name flashed on the screen.
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I hadn’t heard from Jessica in weeks, so I picked up, curious about what she wanted.
“Anna! How’s my favorite sister doing?” Jessica’s voice was bright and bubbly, the exact opposite of how I felt.
“Exhausted,” I replied, not bothering to hide the weariness in my voice. “Work’s been insane. What’s up?”
“I have the perfect solution for you,” she chirped. “How about a week at my upstate vacation house? You need a break, and you know this is the perfect place for some chill time!”
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A week away sounded like heaven. The idea of lounging on a porch, sipping coffee, and catching up with my carefree sister was just what I needed. I could almost feel the stress melting away at the thought.
“That sounds amazing, Jess,” I said, feeling a smile spread across my face for the first time in days. “I’ll take some time off and drive up this weekend.”
“Great! I’ll get everything ready. You just bring yourself and some comfy clothes,” she said, her excitement palpable. “It’s going to be the best week ever, I promise!”
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The five-hour drive upstate was filled with daydreams of relaxation. I imagined Jessica and me sitting on the porch, reminiscing about our childhood, and maybe even getting some much-needed sisterly advice.
As I pulled into the driveway of the charming vacation house, my spirits were high. But then, as I parked and stepped out of the car, I noticed something that made my heart sink.
Jessica was there, but she wasn’t alone. Tommy, her three-year-old son, was clinging to her leg, looking as adorable and energetic as ever.
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“Anna, you’re here!” Jessica called out, a little too cheerfully. “I was starting to think you’d never arrive!”
I forced a smile. “Hey, Jess. I see you brought the little man along… I thought this was going to be a sisters-only thing?”
“Oh, I don’t know how you got that idea!” she said, flashing me a charming grin. “Now, I’d best get moving! My friends are already waiting in town.”
“What?” I frowned at her as she breezed past me and unlocked her car in the garage. “You’re leaving?”
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“Yes, sweetie! My girlfriends have been waiting for half an hour! I really thought you’d get here sooner.”
My jaw dropped. I could do nothing but stare as she backed her car out of the garage, winding down her window when she drew level with me.
“Now, Tommy’s snacks are in the fridge, and there are some movies to keep him entertained. I’ll be back by the end of the week. Thanks, sis, you’re a lifesaver!”
And just like that, she was gone. I stood there, stunned, watching her car disappear down the road.
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The weight of realization hit me like a ton of bricks: I’d been tricked into babysitting. I felt a surge of anger mixed with a pang of betrayal. This was supposed to be my getaway, my time to relax and recharge. Instead, I was now responsible for a toddler for an entire week.
Tommy, oblivious to the turmoil swirling inside me, tugged at my hand. “Auntie Anna, can we play?”
I looked down at his eager little face and sighed. “Sure, buddy. Let’s go inside and see what we can find.”
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I mulled over the situation I now found myself in while playing cars with Tommy on the living room carpet. It wasn’t that I minded babysitting my nephew, but not like this!
Despite my initial resentment, Tommy’s infectious energy and innocent charm quickly started to melt my heart. We spent the first day exploring the house, playing games, and watching his favorite cartoons.
As the days passed, we ventured outside, hiking through the nearby woods, building forts with fallen branches, and reading bedtime stories that made him giggle.
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One night, after Tommy had fallen asleep, I sat on the porch, staring out into the dark, star-filled sky. The anger I felt towards Jessica still simmered, but it was mixed with a new sense of clarity.
I loved my nephew, and I didn’t want to let him down. But I also knew I couldn’t let Jessica get away with this. She’d taken advantage of me in a way that was inexcusable.
I toyed with the idea of letting Tommy run wild, maybe even encouraging him to wreak havoc. It would be easy enough—toddlers are little chaos machines by nature.
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But that wasn’t me. I couldn’t let Tommy pay for his mother’s irresponsibility. Then it hit me. I’d make Jessica understand the true cost of her actions.
I grabbed my laptop and started researching professional childcare rates, jotting down numbers, and crafting an invoice that would make Jessica’s head spin.
By the end of the week, I was ready for Jess with a detailed invoice, complete with itemized charges for childcare, meals, and entertainment. The total was staggering but fair.
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Jessica’s car rolled up the driveway just as the sun was setting. She stepped out, looking refreshed and happy, as if she hadn’t a care in the world.
“Anna! You’re a saint for doing this. I hope Tommy wasn’t too much trouble,” she said, flashing a carefree smile.
I took a deep breath and forced a calm smile. “Hey, Jess. Tommy was great. But we need to talk.”
“Sure, honey.” She gave an exaggerated yawn. “But not now. Let’s catch up in the morning.”
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She started to breeze past me, but I blocked her off and gave her a stern look. “No, Jess. We need to talk now.”
Jessica’s smile faltered for a moment, then she laughed it off. “Oh, come on, Anna. Lighten up. You’re being such a grouch.”
I handed her the invoice without a word. Jessica’s eyes scanned the paper, her expression shifting from confusion to shock.
“What the hell is this?” she asked, her voice tinged with incredulity.
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“That’s what it would cost if you’d hired a professional to watch Tommy for the week,” I said evenly. “I think it’s only fair, considering you dumped him on me without any notice.”
Jessica laughed, a high, nervous sound. “You can’t be serious. We’re family! You’re his aunt, for crying out loud.”
I crossed my arms and met her gaze steadily. “I love Tommy, and I’m happy to spend time with him. But you used me, Jess. You took advantage of my need for a break and tricked me into babysitting. That’s not fair, and it’s not right.”
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Jessica’s face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she muttered, but I could see the gears turning in her head. She knew she was in the wrong.
“Stop acting so innocent when you know you messed up, Jessica.” I lowered my voice to a menacing tone as I continued, “You can’t treat people like this, especially the ones who love you.”
She stood there, silent, for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she sighed and pulled out her checkbook.
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I watched as she wrote the check, her hand trembling slightly. She handed it to me, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of remorse in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Anna. I didn’t realize… I didn’t think.”
I took the check and gave her a small nod. “Thank you. I hope this helps you understand.”
As I drove away, I felt a mix of satisfaction and relief. I had stood up for myself and set boundaries, something I rarely did. The drive home was peaceful, the weight of the past week lifting with every mile.
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In the weeks that followed, Jessica began to change. She called me more often, not just to gossip or borrow money, but to genuinely ask how I was doing. She started taking more responsibility for her actions.
One afternoon, I received a package from her. Inside was a handwritten note and a framed photo of Tommy and me, taken when we all gathered at her place last Fourth of July. The note read:
“Anna, thank you for everything. I’ve learned a lot from this experience. I’m trying to be better, for Tommy and for you.
Love, Jess.”
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I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. The experience had strengthened my sense of self-worth and set a new precedent for our relationship. We both had grown, learning valuable lessons about family, respect, and responsibility.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was progress. And that was enough.
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