It was around 5:55pm. Dinner rush starting. Kids getting restless. A dad came in with a little boy bouncing on his heels. Hands flapping. Eyes everywhere. “One Happy Meal,” he said. Then quietly asked, “Can he have the toy first?” I asked why. He smiled tiredly and said, “If he has the toy, he can wait. Waiting is hard for him.” I rang it up. He looked at the total. Opened his wallet. Mostly singles. Some change. Short again. He sighed and said, “That’s okay. We’ll just get fries.” I told him to