Unfiltered Story #18410

(We’re at a very famous and very large mall in the Twin Cities. My sister and I–two teenage girls–walk into a high-quality chocolate shop, where they offer samples of chocolate. We take a sample and look around. The woman behind the counter seems nice and smiles at us.)

WORKER: If you want another sample, just say something.

SISTER: I kind of want chocolate…

ME: Ok, you know what? Let’s each get a truffle.

(I look at the woman behind the counter)

ME: Ma’am, do you know how much an individual one of those would be?

WORKER: It’s by weight, but it’s usually around a dollar or so. Which ones do you want?

(My sister and I each pick a kind of truffle, and the woman puts it them in a bag. I get out my wallet and my credit card and go over to the register. The woman hands the bag over the counter to me without weighing it.)

WORKER: I’m not going to charge you two. Have a nice day!

(Whoever you are, thank you so much!)