(I am working the closing shift at a popular fast food place. It is a few minutes to closing, and I am in a hurry to get everything cleaned so I could go home when a police officer walks in.)

Officer: *pulls out a note* “Um, you guys have baked potatoes, right?”

Me: “Yes sir, sour cream and chive, bacon and cheese, and chili and cheese.”

Officer: “The bacon and cheese, and a cheddar burger?”

Me: “No problem. Was there anything else for you tonight?”

Officer: “No, I think that’s it. It’s for a girl we just rescued. She got caught up in human trafficking and we wanted to get her something warm to eat.”

(Shocked, I finished ringing up his order. I immediately tracked down my manager and convinced him to ring it up as a manager meal, which is free. I also wrote a note that said good luck. The officer thanked me and left. A week later, I saw on the news that she made it home safe.)