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Category: Holidays

Even during the holidays, customers don’t seem to take a break. With that many extra light-bulbs around you’d think a few extra would appear above their heads?

Tipped To Be A Good Christmas

| Belgium | Holidays, Theme Of The Month

(It’s nearly Christmas, and I’m having my gifts wrapped. The two girls who are wrapping the presents are very nice and cheerful, though most of the customers in the (very long) line are grumpy and aggressive. Two hours later, I see the same girls, still wrapping the gifts, and the line is even longer.)

Me: “Excuse me, miss… Are you paid to do that job?”

Girl #1: “No, miss. Can I help you?”

Me: “Really? Well, is there any jar or something for customers to tip you?”

Girl #1: “No, we do it for free.”

Me: “Can I tip you, though?”

Girl #2: “No, we aren’t supposed to accept any tip, but thanks for your concern.”

(I walk away and, feeling bad for them, I bring two can of soda, come back to the girls, and give them the cans.)

Me: “I may not be allowed to tip you for your excellent work, but I can still offer you something, can’t I?”

Girls #1 & #2: *stunned* “Oh… yes! Yes, you can! Thank you, miss!”

(The smile they gave me made my day!)

It’s Christmas! Throw Me A Bone Here!

| TN, USA | Holidays, Theme Of The Month

(I work at a pet store and my store manager left two weeks before Christmas. After a week we hire a new store manager and I have my first shift with him on Christmas Eve. It’s about closing time and I have just worked from open to close.)

Me: “Hey, before you shut down the last register can you ring these up for me?”

(I hold up two dog bones.)

Manager: “Sure. Are these a Christmas present for your dog?”

Me: “No, my boyfriend’s aunt had surgery so she wasn’t able to get her dog a bone for Christmas, so I decided to pick her up some.”

Manager: “Well, in that case, tell her I said Merry Christmas.”

(He then handed me the bones back and insisted I don’t pay.)

Santa Wouldn’t Let The Slippers Slip

| Toronto, ON, Canada | Holidays, Theme Of The Month

(It’s about two weeks before Christmas, and I’m finishing up some shopping. I overhear this conversation between a mother and her very young (about two-and-a-half years old) daughter.)

Daughter: *sees a pair of fuzzy pink slippers with a popular princess on them* “Mommy! Mommy! These shoes! We have to buy these shoes!”

Mother: *clearly knowing what’s coming* “No, sweetie, not today.”

Daughter: “Mommy! We have to buy these shoes!”

Mother: *very patiently* “No, we’re not shopping for us today. Put them back.”

Daughter: “Then… I’ll buy them!” *takes a step towards the cash register*

Mother: *still patient* “Sweetie, you don’t have any money. Time to put them back.”

Daughter: “Oh… okay. You buy them, then!”

(They go around like this a few times, and the little girl is getting close to throwing a tantrum in the crowded store. The mother is sounding a little less patient.)

Mother: “Sweetie, we can’t buy them today because Christmas is coming! Santa might be bringing them for Christmas.”

Daughter: *not quite buying it* “Really?”

Mother: “Yes! Santa told me so. We can’t buy them now. We have to wait for Christmas.”

Daughter: “Oh! Okay! Here!”

(She gave her mom the slippers and skipped off to look at something else. I’m pretty sure “Santa” had already bought the slippers!)