Slice of life. 3/9/14

While waiting for a table in a local restaurant a very senior couple came in and were also asked to wait. The man wore a hat identifying him as a WWII vet. I stood up and offered them the spot where I was sitting. He asked me if I was giving up my seat because he is an old man. I said, no sir, because you are a vet. You've earned it. He looked at me, removed his glove, shook my hand and said thank you. I said, no sir, thank you. For a moment all was right with the world.