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    Losing Their Financial Puppy Fat

    | ME, USA | At The Checkout, Family & Kids, Pets & Animals

    (It should be noted that I’m a bleeding heart and I cry easily. It’s a really slow night, so I get pretty excited when I see a dad and his daughter, who looks to be about seven, approaching my line. The dad leans in close to me to whisper.)

    Dad: “She’s been saving her money up for a while to buy this stuff. Can you split the payment to do her $8.00 in cash and the rest on my card?”

    Me: “Of course I can! I have to do the cash first, though.”

    Dad: “Perfect. I also have some things to buy in a separate transaction.”

    (The girl starts emptying a small purse of money: a few dollar bills but mostly coins. I’m thinking the girl was saving for some toys and art supplies from our kids’ section but after she’s done emptying her purse, she places on the counter pet supplies: a collar, a leash, our most expensive dog bone, and shampoo.)

    Girl: “I love my puppy, so I’m buying him some presents!”

    Me: “Wow! Gosh, that’s really sweet of you! It must have taken a lot of hard work and dedication to save up this much!”

    Girl: *nodding* “I didn’t buy any candy or anything.”

    (Her father winks at me and nods toward the big stack of junk food he’s placed on the other end of the counter. I grin and start ringing the girl’s order up while she counts. She gets to $8, mostly in pennies, and scoops it all up to hand to me.)

    Girl: “Here, miss. I’d like to pay, please.”

    Me: “I think I can help with that! So that’s $8.”

    (Her dad pays for the rest of the order on his card and then I start ringing up the snacks.)

    Dad: “Thank you for being so patient.”

    Me: “Please, sir, it’s no trouble at all. It’s a really slow night, and I have a dog myself. She could have taken all the time in the world, if she’d wanted to!”

    (The girl giggles and hugs her bag close to her. Father and daughter both thank me, and after they leave my manager approaches me.)

    Manager: “Want to go take five to cry in the bathroom?”

    Me: *tearing up as she speaks* “Yeah, I’d really appreciate that. Thank you.”