Pretty simple, really. Had a normal day at work, with a few minor interactions that tilted the mood meter down a little.

Stopped at Waffle House for dinner (having a craving for those hash browns!) and took a booth at one end away from the few others in there. The last to finish, I go up to pay just after a man at the counter paid for his meal.

I step up and my server says my meal was covered, paid for by that man who had just walked outside. That's it!

After 60 years I don't remember a random stranger who I never interacted with doing that for me.

There was a beauty, too, that he just left without requiring a thank you or smile or anything else in return.

I think that was even more touching to me than paying for my meal!