Honor In A Cone

Ice Cream

The man was finishing his ice cream cone as we walked in.

Dressed for Sunday, he was clearly enjoying it while sitting by the window in the sun. The store was busy, and the server scurried around behind the ice cream counter scooping and mixing. As she began cashing out a customer, she stopped suddenly and headed to the door – where the old man was about to leave. Thanks for coming, she said to him – touching his arm slightly as only as friend would do. After finishing the customer’s transaction, she started to cry before helping us.

“That man? His wife just passed away. He came and ordered a cone for each of them and ate both.”

She wiped her eyes. “Sorry,” she said smiling. “It’s totally fine,” I said back.

I was crying too.

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