Last night, my mother and father went out to a Valentine's dinner in downtown Santa Barbara before seeing a play. They were enjoying their wine at a nice restaurant when a younger couple from UCSB was seated next to them.
Apparently, the tables at this particular dining establishment are very close together, so it was easy for my parents to overhear their conversation as they looked at the menu and realized it was prix fixe, and they couldn't afford to eat there. They couldn't decide what to do, thought about trying to see if they could share one meal, and finally stood up to leave.
My dad then offered to pay for one of their meals, the girl started to cry, and they accepted.
He is seriously the best. I love my daddy.