It is father's day. So, I'll tell you a good story about my Father and it includes my Mother. Gotta be equal here because I didn't do a story on mother's day.
One cold, winter day, my parents got gasoline at the station at the top of the ridge. They noticed the young pump attendant had no gloves. His hands were red and stiff. "You don't have any gloves?" they asked. "No," he replied. They went home, got a pair of gloves, turned around, drove back to the gas station, and gave gloves to the kid.
They told me the story. They like helping people. That's the kind of people my parents are.