He’s A Beery Helpful Guy
I’m working at a liquor store a few years back on a busy Thursday. The boss says that a couple of new guys are starting today. I figure whatever. I head to the stock room to start filling holes in the shelves. There’s a young man back there.
Me: “Hi, I’m [My Name].”
Guy: “I’m [Guy]. Can you tell me where the seven-ounce [Beer #1] bottles are?”
Me: “They’re in the back of the walk-in. If you’re headed that way, grab a case of [Beer #2] tallboys and drop them by the cooler. I’ll stock them shortly.”
He grabs the case, I thank him, and he leaves. I put my stuff away, grab a few items, hit the shelves, and start stocking the cans he dropped off in the cooler. The guy exits the walk-in with a case of [Beer #1] on his shoulder like a boss. He nods and I finish knocking out the cooler and head to the front counter.
The guy is in line with a couple of bottles. Wild — we typically purchase cigarettes or soda or [Energy Drinks] on the clock. This legend is picking up Jack Daniels and Bacardi. He hits the counter.
Me: “Are you on the clock?”
Guy: “No.”
Then, it clicks, this guy isn’t a coworker.
Me: “Why did you grab the [Beer #1], then?”
Guy: “Some old lady asked me, and you were all busy.”
Me: “Thank you!”
I hooked him up with some beer nuts and didn’t charge him for the soda he was also buying.
[Guy], I hope you’re doing all right.