Last night, my dad and I, coming back from a class in DC, zipped into the Tastee Diner in Silver Spring, as it was late and we were hungry. It’s a friendly place, I find.
While waiting for a table to be cleaned and set for us, a patron — a rather handsome young (I’m 43 and counting) man — said “hello” to us. Nice.
Near him, and right in my line of sight, was an old woman. She must have been in her late 80s and looked life-worn. And hungry for some engagement.
Some time into our meal, I heard the waiter say to the older woman, “The gentleman over there has taken care of your tab.” And, I knew, without looking, whom he meant. In short order, the younger man and older woman had started a gentle and engaging conversation. He was recently out of the military. She was more well-spoken than her appearance would have led me to believe. (That’s what I get for making assumptions, right?!)
It was just sweet. It warmed me. It made me feel good to, first, be simply acknowledged upon my entrance into a place, and, second, to witness, even if only through my ears, a kind encounter between two strangers.
Yay for gentleman. And yay for gracious ladies — young and old alike — with the manners and grace to receive their gifts. ~ Jessie
How sweet.
Hoew civilised
Howdelightful. i once attempted the same but was deterred by the fact that my intentions would b misintepreted .