(I work in the stock department of a small, local grocery store. Generally, I would get 1 or 2 requests to check the back for an item a shift. An elderly woman-I’d say around 75-80–approaches me. She is asking about a common type of flour we carry.)

Customer: “Excuse me, I’ve managed to find 4 of these. Would you care to check the back room to see if you have any more?”

Me: “Sure thing.”

(I grab a single flour package from her. After 1-2 minutes of aimless searching in the backroom, I return the bag to the woman.)

Customer: “Why, thank you! Now I have 4! Thats exactly how many I needed! God bless you!”

(I was way too embarrassed for her to explain the situation.)

Me: “You’re…welcome. Anything else?”

Customer: “One more thing, dear.”

Me: “What is it?”

Customer: “Can you check the back to see if you have any more of these?”