After gorging himself on fresh out of the oven char siu for breakfast, no sooner were we back in the car headed for the hotel, when my father asked if we could go to "that good place for ice cream". I replied, "Dad, if you mean Mitchell's, it's not open yet." Then he said, "Well, why don't we drive over there and be ready for them?" So we did and were the third car in the parking lot.
Unlike our other visit, my father wanted to come inside with me to see and taste for himself. As we waited for our turn, he chatted animatedly, asked many questions about the flavor choices and was just excited to be in the ice cream store after being bedbound for so long. When the couple ahead of us paid for their purchase, the gentleman instructed the clerk, "This covers their ice creams too and a tip for you in whatever's left over." Then he turned to us to say, "I'm happy you're getting out again. This one's on me. You're looking good, keep it up, enjoy."
Dad tried three flavors and picked his first taste, mocha fudge. I went with Thai ice tea. A random act of kindness from a stranger, plus Mitchell's ice cream, put smiles on our faces all day.