As I sit at DFW Airport, awaiting my flight with my seven-year-old daughter to North Carolina to visit relatives and have a “Daddy-Daughter” weekend, we grabbed a delicious, healthy (read “greasy, chewy”) Pizza Hut pizza. But the good news is that a lovely young lady sitting next to us had ordered a McDonald’s Happy Meal (presumably for the small portions) and graciously offered my daughter the toy that came with it. Even though my daughter is beyond the intended age for the toy, it made her day and got our trip off to a good start.
Is this worth a story?