I was having my nails done, I have gels so every 4-6 weeks they need replacing. I really enjoy it.
A little old lady on a walking frame came in, left her equally old partner in the waiting area. He looked as excited as Hell was coming on the next bus.
She wanted her nails filed, her fingers were so fragile that the tech asked the manager for help. She then asked for pink nail polish. Standard in the place is to pay for polish before it is done, you cannot reach into your purse with wet polish! She emptied her purse and counted every coin, $12.
The manager went to the till and I just told her to put it on my bill.
She took back the $12 and the lady looked upset, why? Oh Cindy has paid for it (goddess everyone knows my name

. She turned around and asked why?
I didn't want to embarrass her so I just said 'because I can'.
I left, her partner was weeping.
I felt sad in case I had insulted him.
But I kept walking.
I'm not anything special; but they have lived their lives to look after their families, and now have nothing.
They are special.