Random Acts of Kindness
This is a true story, but it’s not my story. Jennifer is an old friend. That’s her real name by the way. I see no point in changing names “to protect the innocent” when I’m only sharing her first name and she’s anything but innocent. Now the customer who dined a week ago at the upscale Japanese restaurant where she works, he was innocent. That’s how she described him to me at least. “He looked so innocent. Cute, early middle age, just a touch of grey in his hair, good body, you know he works out and eats well. Good face too, but something boyish in it. Like a part of him never had the chance to grow up. His eyes were very sad.” Three years as a waitress there and Jennifer had never so …