Three of us (all senior women; two with white hair) decided to go to the Cheesecake Factory’s bakery since we just wanted desserts. When we entered the bakery area, there were a number of patrons ahead of us. Some of the patrons stood in front of the desserts’ display case, so we could only see all the desserts on display by moving back and forth. We chatted with each other about what we might order. Each of us intended to place and pay for our orders individually.
Before we were able to place our orders, a young woman, who had already made her purchase, came over to me and asked, “Are you ladies all together?” “Yes,” I replied.  She continued, “I’m missing my mother and wish I could buy her a piece of cheesecake. Would you let me pay for your selections?” I could not help but smile broadly behind my mask as I looked at my companions for their approval. We all accepted her offer and told her how kind her offer was.
The woman went over to the cashier and said that she wanted to put our orders on her charge card. We ordered our desserts and thanked the woman profusely for being so kind and generous.  She (also masked) and I hugged, and I asked her name. “Charlene,” she said. We will not forget that name and always associate it with kindness. Just desserts had allowed us to experience a most memorable day.  Thanks, Charlene.

Peggy Tarr

Peggy Tarr has been a columnist for the Evanston RoundTable since its founding in 1998. Born in Bruce Springsteen's hometown of Freehold, New Jersey, she graduated from Rutgers University with a degree...