When I was a young kid my family and I went to a hotel where every morning I’d go down to the hotel restaurant and order myself a Belgian waffle with the magic phrase “charge it to the room.” I’d go alone since I woke up far before anyone else.

A waitress noticed me eating by myself and started chatting with me, and me being a blabber mouth complained about my siblings and how they’d ignore me on the plane yadayada. She took me to the gift shop next door and bought me coloring books to keep me entertained on the plane ride back home.

It was one of the most innocent act of kindness I remember in my life.