The old man at the next table shakes his head in disbelief.
“Oh my goodness,” he says. “You’re kidding, right?”
The waiter smiles and explains that he is not kidding, that another patron, an LAPD officer who had been there earlier, paid the old man’s bill.
“Well, that’s one for my memoirs,” the old man says. “How about that? Free pancakes.”
The old man leaves. A little later, I ask if I heard that right.
“Yeah,” the waiter says. “The cop said the old man reminded him of his dad and I guess he missed his dad, so…”
“Well, that doesn’t happen every morning.”
“No, there aren’t enough random acts of kindness,” the waiter says. “But when you see one, it makes your day.”