Sunday the Airman was at the laundry mat getting his clothes ready for the week. As he stood, duffle bag over his shoulder and fighting with the change machine, a woman in her 70s came up and held out a roll of quarters.
"Here," she said, offering the roll to him.
"That's okay, ma'am," he replied. "I can get some change here."
"No," she insisted. "Take these, sir. It's on me."
He took the roll, "Thank you, ma'am."
"No, thank you, sir."
And she walked away.
I love this country.