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    Loonie Over A Toonie, Part 2

    | Victoria, BC, Canada | At The Checkout, Canada, Money, Tourists/Travel

    Me: “Alright, that’ll be $26.17, please.”

    Customer: “Do you accept American money here?”

    Me: “We sure do. And, just so you know, the exchange rate right now is even at 1.00.”

    (I finish counting out the change and hand it to the customer along with her receipt.)

    Me: “Your change is $23.83. Enjoy the rest of the day!”

    (She stands beside my till looking confusedly at her hand for a few seconds.)

    Me: “Is there something else I can help you with?”

    Customer: “What is this?!”

    Me: “That’s your change, ma’am.”

    Customer: “Why would I want this?! Why don’t I get American change back? I’m an American!”

    Me: “Unfortunately, ma’am, you are in Canada. We don’t carry American change on the tills.”

    Customer: *hesitantly* “But Canada is practically a part of the States, isn’t it?”

    Me: “No, ma’am, it’s not. If you have any more questions, my supervisor at the service desk will be happy to help. You have a nice day.”

    (She moves off to the end of my till, slowly puts away the money, and wanders off.)

    Next Customer: *jokingly* “That definitely made my day. Do you get those types here often?”

    Me: “You have no idea.”

    Time For Giving And Receiving

    | Madison, AL, USA | Awesome Customers, Awesome Workers, Money

    (I work for a large supermarket chain while attending college. I am a cart pusher. I usually work the first shift of the day from 7 am to 4 pm. This particular morning, I find a leather book left on a cart from the night before.)

    Me: *to my manager* “I found this book out on one of the carts. It’s covered in frost, so it must have been left here over night.”

    Manager: “Huh, wonder what it is…”

    (My manager opens the book and discovers it is a large checkbook used by a business. Someone’s entire financial information is in this book. We turn it in to the front desk and think nothing of it. Near quitting time, a couple in their 30s see me in the parking lot and runs up to me.)

    Gentleman: *stressed* “Hi! Did you by chance see a leather notebook on any of these carts? I left here last night.”

    Me: “Sir, you are in luck. I found it first thing this morning covered in frost. It is at the front desk waiting for you.”

    (I can see the stress lift from the man immediately. He thanks me profusely and he and his wife take off to the store. About 10 minutes later, I see him talking with one of my fellow cart pushers who then points to my location. The man rushes over to me.)

    Gentleman: “Young man, I insist on rewarding you for your good behavior and helping me retrieve this.”

    Me: “Sir, that is entirely unnecessary. I just found your notebook and turned it in. It was my job.”

    Gentleman: “No! You were honest and did what many people may not have. My entire job’s finances are available in this notebook. You did the right thing and deserved to be rewarded.”

    (I stopped fighting it and gave him my name. He wrote me a check for $100 on the spot! I thanked him, shook his hand and wished him a Merry Christmas. I then took that $100 and bought more gifts for friends and family.)

    Extra Coating Of Generosity

    | USA | Awesome Customers, Top

    (It’s about 32°F out. I’m walking into the store before my shift; I’m not wearing a coat because I forgot it at home. I am stopped by a customer loading his groceries into his car.)

    Customer: “You must be freezing!”

    Me: “Oh, it’s not so bad.”

    Customer: *shakes his head* “It’s too cold to not have a coat! You should hurry inside!”

    Me: “I will; have a good day, sir!”

    (Half an hour later, the same customer comes through my line with a brand new winter coat draped over one arm.)

    Customer: *hands me the coat* “Everyone deserves to be warm in the winter.”

    Me: *shocked* “Thank you, sir, but I can’t—”

    Customer: “Don’t worry about it, just pay it forward.”

    (He left before I could get another word in. Not personally needing the coat, I donated it to a local coat-drive, along with $200 my co-workers and I collected by sharing the story amongst ourselves and other customers.)

    In A Fowl Holiday Mood

    | Detroit, MI, USA | Holidays, Theme Of The Month

    (It is Christmas Eve. We close at 5:00 pm, and are closed completely Christmas Day. It is 5:15 pm and I am getting the last of the carts inside when a customer comes running up.)

    Customer: “Hey, I need to buy a turkey!”

    Me: “Sorry, sir, but we’re closed.”

    Customer: “Since when?!”

    Me: “5:00, sir.”

    Customer: “Well, what time are you open tomorrow?”

    Me: “We’re closed, sir.”

    Customer: “Why!?”

    Me: “Because we want to spend the day with our families.”

    (He flips me the bird and walks away.)

    Me: “Merry Christmas!”

    Hard-To-Please-Her Scrooge

    | BC, Canada | Awesome Customers, Holidays, Money, Theme Of The Month

    (It’s nearing Christmas time, and I am working at the till to cover a coworker’s break. I start to ring through a man’s groceries. Behind him is an old lady, whom I recognize as being a regular. She is always grumpy.)

    Man: *quietly* “And I’d like to pay for her stuff, too.”

    (I laugh.)

    Man: “No, really.”

    Me: “Oh! Okay.”

    (This has never happened to me before. I look over at the lady’s packages and enter them manually, rather than scanning them, and tell the man his new total.)

    Man: “Don’t tell her until after I’m gone.”

    Me: “Okay.”

    (I finish the transaction, hand him his receipt, and tell him to have a good day. Just as he is about to leave, he drops his wallet. All his cards spill out everywhere, and he has to stop and pick them all up. I put the old lady’s packages in bags and hand them to her.)

    Me: “Here you go!”

    Old Lady: “What do I owe you?”

    Me: “It’s taken care of.”

    Old Lady: “What?”

    Me: “It’s paid for.”

    Old Lady: *scowling* “Who did that?”

    (The man is still trying to cram cards back into his wallet without dropping his groceries.)

    Me: “Um… him.”

    (The old lady starts scowling at him.)

    Old Lady: “Why did you do that?”

    Man: “Well, it’s Christmas. Merry Christmas.”

    (He finally manages to tuck his wallet away and leaves.)

    Old Lady: “I know I’ve seen that jerk around somewhere!”

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