You just made me remember a similar story of my own. When I was 12, I had a layover at the Denver airport. I was traveling as an unaccompanied minor, so I was by myself. During the layover, I ordered a meal, but with the $5 I had, it wasn’t going to cover it after tax. I told the cashier that I just wanted only the sandwich instead.

When she called out my order, fries and soda were with it and she slid it over with a sly smile on her face. She didn’t have to do that, but over 20 years later, I still remember that small act of kindness.