Last Thursday I drove Mom up to Jefferson City, MO (about 30-45 minutes) to pick up her new car (which later gave me the motivation to finally deep clean mine). As a treat, and since we were already there, we did a little shopping, went out for chinese food (which I’ve been craving for-ev-er), and stopped by a Cold Stone Creamery (if you’ve never been, you need to go, it’s my favorite).
We were standing there, mulling over the vast number of combinations of ice cream, candies, and nuts laid out in front of us, completely oblivious to those around us. Once we finally decided (though, lets be honest, no one actually decides until it comes time to order and a split decision has to be made), we hopped in line. A nice gentleman with his two sons asked if they had accidentally stepped in front of us, we assured them they hadn’t, joking over how indecisive we are. Next it was our turn to order, I buckled down and made the most important decision of my life, “umm, I’ll have the oatmeal cookie ice cream with crunch bars, please”. Whew. Mom and I stepped up to pay, when the young man working (he was attractive, and it probably didn’t hurt that he had just given me ice cream) told us, “it’s your lucky day, ladies, your ice cream has been paid for!”. What? The man with his sons had paid for our treat! We were so surprised, grateful, and touched by the unsuspected kindness of a complete stranger. It’s moments like this that I feel should be shared. Funny story, Mom’s fortune cookie from dinner said she would be getting a surprise later that night.
Leila Marie 