Category: Awesome Workers

The Marco Of A Good Mother

| SC, USA | Awesome Customers, Awesome Workers, Popular

(I am at a checkout, and across from me at another till is a woman with five children. She can’t find one of them, and I guess she usually plays Marco Polo to find them.)

Customer: “Marco!”

Everyone Including Employees: “Polo!”

Customer: “You guys aren’t really helping.”

(We all laughed.)

How Do You Like Dem Cherry Pies?

| MI, USA | At The Checkout, Awesome Workers, Bad Behavior, Food & Drink, Popular

(It’s midnight at the 24-hour-fast food place. A woman and her husband order via the drive thru, apparently unaware I can hear everything they say. I’ve also just cut more than eight inches off my hair, streaked my hair blue, and begun wearing contacts two days prior and not even my coworkers recognized me when I clocked in.)

Customer: “There’s no one here! We should come this late more often!”

Man: “I want cherry pies and last time the dumb b**** at the counter told me they were discontinued.”

Customer: “Well, I’ll just ask for some, then.” *into the speaker* “We want two cherry pies with the order.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but the cherry pies have been discontinued.”

Man: “GOD-D*** IT!”

(They pull around to my window to pay. The woman just grins at me.)

Customer: “Well, you know what they say about husbands! I can’t believe how empty it is right now. I’ve never been here past six or so before.”

Me: “Ha, yeah, it’s pretty dead around this time. Your total is [total].”

Customer: “Honestly, I don’t understand why you got rid of those pies. They were the best thing here.”

Me: *cheerfully* “They actually didn’t sell very well. We were throwing away more than we were selling, so corporate pulled them. Would you like to try our new strawberry pie? It’s pretty good.”

(Immediately, the woman stops smiling and scowls at me.)

Customer: “That attitude is exactly why I hate coming here. You know, I remember you from last time I was here and you had a nasty attitude then, too. This is why teenagers should learn some respect for their elders! Now give me my change. I want to recount it and make sure you didn’t pocket any of it.”

Me: “Well, first off, you can’t have remembered me since you said twice that it’s your first time here past dinner time and I only work third shift. Meaning I don’t come in until ten pm.”

Customer: “Well—”

Me: “Second: I’m twenty-two and have been nothing but polite to you this entire time even after I heard your husband call one of my coworkers a dumb b**** for no reason.”

Customer: “I—”

Me: “And finally, your total was [total], meaning your change is $2.37. One dollar, two dollars, twenty five, thirty five, six, and seven. Here you go, have a nice night, and try to remember to respect the people who handle your food.” *slams window shut*

Never Forgets His Humanity

Wales, UK | Awesome Customers, Awesome Workers, Popular

(I work in the environment office for a local government authority. We take calls from the public on all manner of things, from bin collections to highways maintenance. I get a call from an elderly gentleman.)

Me: “Bore da, good morning, [Council].”

Caller: “Good morning. Please can you tell me the clinical waste collection day?”

Me: “Certainly, sir. May I take your postcode?”

Caller: “I am frightfully sorry, but I’m ashamed to say I don’t know it.”

Me: “No problem, plenty don’t! Could I take your first line of your address?”

Caller: “I’m sorry, I don’t remember it. I know what it is. But I can’t remember how to tell you.”

Me: “All right then, how about your surname? If it’s uncommon I could look you up from that?”

Caller: “I’m ever so sorry. I appear to have forgotten my name. That’s quite absurd, isn’t it?”

Me: “Not to worry, I can see a phone number on my screen, would you mind if I traced it for you?”

Caller: “By all means go ahead. I am so glad you’re not cross.”

Me: *a bit watery eyed* “No, sir, I am not cross. You’re the politest person I’ve spoken to all day.”

(I trace his call and manage to tell him when his clinical waste gets collected, as well as let him know what day of the week today is – since he couldn’t recall that either. He calls us on a regular basis and the whole office knows his name just by his voice. We are of the opinion that he must have dementia, but he remains the most well-mannered and polite man despite his obvious confusion. Not a common trait I have found amongst dementia patients. I would have loved to have known him when he was still ‘all there.’)