(Our clinic has an animal hotel which backs out onto the alley behind. The back entrance is for employees and for taking dogs out for walks, and so only has a small sign to indicate it is an animal clinic. It is otherwise an anonymous-looking building, in an alleyway that looks like several others behind our neighboring strip malls. One such alleyway contains a medical marijuana clinic. It is 8 am on a Sunday. A stranger in his early twenties approaches me as I am taking a dog out for his morning business. I am in my scrubs, and so on the street I am sometimes mistaken for a nurse.)

Stranger: “Hey, you work here?”

Me: “Yep, I’m new.”

Stranger: “Okay, cool. They let you bring your dog to work with you?”

Me: “No, this is one of our boarders. Can I help you with something?”

Stranger: “They shouldn’t let you keep dogs in there! What if they ate your stock?”

Me: “I assure you, the pharmacy is kept well away from them. Did you need something?”

Stranger: “Yeah, just a dime.”

Me: *blankly* “I don’t have my wallet with me, I’m sorry.”

Stranger: *also blankly* “No, I mean… could you let me into the building so I can get it?”

Me: *thinking he is joking, I laugh* “The clinic is technically closed, sorry. Besides, I don’t think I want you going through my stuff!”

Stranger: “I don’t get it! My friends said you guys are super helpful! I just want to buy a dime!”

(At this point, I finally putting the pieces together.)

Me: “Ah, actually… we aren’t that kind of clinic. That one is the next alley up, but I’m pretty sure they’re closed at this time of day. We’re an animal clinic.”

Stranger: “S***! Sorry to bother you!”

(The stranger starts to leave in the direction he came from, but then turns around and goes the way I pointed and laughs.)

Stranger: “Yeah… I might be a little high.”

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Customer: “Do you have anything from Nirvana?”

Me: “Sure, right this way. Here is a book about Kurt Kobain, and over here is a copy of his diary.”

Customer: “No, the music.”

Me: “Oh, did you want the book about the band and the grunge scene?”

Customer: “No, the music.”

(The customer holds up his hands to his ears, miming headphones.)

Me: “I’m sorry, are you looking for the music on CD?”

Customer: “Yeah, a CD.”

Me: “Oh, sorry. We don’t sell that here. Maybe you could try the music store on the other side of the mall?”

Customer: “What? You’re out of the CD?”

Me: “No, we don’t sell CDs at all. Just the—”

Customer: “Why the h*** not?”

Me: “Ah, because this is a bookstore?”

Customer: *looks up and around for the first time* “Huh! What a stupid store!” *walks out*

(My coworker, who has just gotten off shift, is leaning against the counter talking to me when an older gentleman walks in.)

Me: *smiling* “Good evening and Merry Christmas!”

Customer: *frowning* “Why are you here? It’s Christmas!”

Coworker: *smiling* “Well, we don’t close for Christmas. She’s closing up shop, but I’ve just gotten off and am about to go home.”

Customer: *suddenly grinning* “Wait right here!” *turns on his heel and goes out the door*

Coworker: “…Okay, what was that?”

Me: “I have no idea!”

(The customer returns and gives my coworker a $20 bill then lays one on the counter in front of me.)

Customer: “Merry Christmas, ladies, and a Happy New Year too!”

(We both stare after him as he walks out, gets into his SUV and leaves. We then look at each other.)

Coworker: “Wow, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s done all day!”

Me: “Well, this is the season for miracles, isn’t it?”

(I still have no idea who that man was!)

(Several customers are purchasing wax cubes. You’re supposed to melt them in a wax burner, but I can’t help but sniff them while I’m ringing them out. I didn’t want to stop smelling one in particular. However, after seeing one of the customers looking at me funny, I quickly close it and put it with the others in the bag.)

Customer #1: “If you like those so much, you should buy some!”

Me: “Oh, I don’t have a wax burner.”

Customer #2: “You should get one! They smell really good when they’re melted, too!”

Me: “I’m a college student. I don’t have money!”

(The customers leave, only to later come back back through my line. They’re purchasing another lip balm and wax burner along with candy cane-scented wax. They start to walk away with just their lip balms and don’t grab their other items.)

Me: “Hey, wait, you forgot your bag!”

Customer #1: “That’s for you. Merry Christmas. You deserve it for trying to do something with your life!”

(I was nearly in tears for the rest of the evening! Thank you, kind customer!)