My husband and I went out to breakfast on Father’s Day and the restaurant was crowded as you would expect. We were seated quickly but it took awhile for our server to arrive. She instantly and profusely apologized and I assured her we understood and not to worry about us. We briefly chatted about the chaos of her morning, then placed our order. When we had our fill of coffee, she brought us our check. She thanked us sincerely and sweetly for being so nice.
As we drove home, I thought about her. I said to my husband, “She was nice. We were nice. That’s how life works.” Or is supposed to. It’s sad that kindness is a surprise. The three of us found it that morning at a local breakfast spot but being nice doesn’t reside in a place, It’s in all of us.
Have you given someone a nice surprise today?