Today at lunch I stopped at McDonald's on my way back to the office. As I waited for my order (I substituted fries with a healthier yogurt parfait) I observed the man at the next register trying to place his. I don't know that he was homeless, but his clothes were unmistakably not Downey fresh. I don't know that he was deaf, but he certainly was mute. He handed the cashier a list and kept gesturing "three." Then he laid two singles and four quarters on the counter. Unfortunately the tab was $3.35.
I lingered a moment because I wanted to make up the 35¢ if it was necessary. It wasn't. The cashier filled the order, even though his customer was 35¢ short. This was done with a minimum of fanfare. The manager wasn't called over. I'm not even sure the customer realized what kindness he'd been shown.
It made me very happy.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Now that's a wonderful example of an unspoken act of kindness. Heartwarming. Thanks for sharing it with us.
ReplyDeleteGreat story! Thanks...
ReplyDeleteThat cashier did the right thing. Nice to know that kind of niceness exists.
ReplyDeleteI love to hear those kinds of stories!
ReplyDeleteThe story gives us hope in human kindness....thanks!
ReplyDeleteisn't it nice, to see someone else BE nice?! Great little encounter there, thanks for sharin' it.
ReplyDelete(Hope you're having a great weekend, too!)