There Is No Retirement Age For Birthdays

, , , | Belgium | Hopeless | March 24, 2016

(I work in a retirement home as a volunteer. Each month, we host a small party for residents who had their birthday that month. One time, however, one of the female residents missed it due to her falling and having to go to the hospital. None of her family ever visits her, so she spent her birthday alone in a hospital room. She comes back to us clearly feeling down. We volunteers had anticipated this and have rounded up as many people as possible and have ordered a cake.)

Me: “Hey [Female Resident], feeling better?”

(She nods, clearly still depressed about what was probably her worst birthday ever. I take her to the rec-room in the back where the parties are hosted. The lights are out and the curtains are closed.)

Female Resident: “Hey, [My Name], why are we going here?”

(At this point a group of volunteers, nurses, residents she’s friends with, and our director start singing happy birthday as the cover is taken of the cake barely illuminating the rec-room.)

Female Resident: *in tears, starts to sing along*

(Our director comes over to say hello.)

Director: “Happy birthday [Female Resident]! Enjoy your party! Sorry, I can’t stay long, so have a piece of cake for me, okay?”

(The party ended up lasting for well over three hours, with nurses and other staff members joining in as they had their break. [Female Resident] got a couple of gifts including free maintenance on her wheelchair, a foot massage and a free haircut. We volunteers had bought her a small tablet to do Sudokus and crosswords on. Needless to say, [Female Resident]’s birthday went from the worst to the best ever!)

The Kind Of Shoe For A Kind Person

, , | Aberdeen, Scotland, UK | Hopeless | March 23, 2016

(I’m an 18-year-old girl and I’ve been working at a sporting goods store for around a month, working in the shoe department. I’m approached by a short, balding man who looks to be in his fifties. All shoes come with a number code in which you need to find them in the stock-room. The code is stored on stickers inside the display shoes, but occasionally there won’t be one for any number of reasons. Because there are three floors – basement and two stock floors – all employees are required to have a walkie-talkie.)

Customer: “Good afternoon, young lady! I was wondering if you could possibly get me this shoe in a size [number]?”

(The store has four stock rooms, two on the ground floor and two on the top as most of our sporting shoes are upstairs. This particular shoe is upstairs, meaning I have to radio my colleague.)

Me: “Certainly, sir! Let me see. Ah, there’s no code. Could you show me where you found it?”

Customer: “Of course, just over here on the wall!”

(At this point I realise it’s the last shoe we have, and it’s a few sizes too large. I explain this and the customer laughs.)

Customer: “No problem, miss.”

Me: “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

Customer: “Actually, I had a question. This shoe—” *he points to one of our more expensive brands* “—here, if I showed you a magic trick, could I get a discount?”

Me: *laughing* “I’m afraid not, sir.”

Customer: “Hmm, all right. What if I told a funny joke? Could I get a discount?”

Me: “I’m not sure my manager would appreciate that, but a joke might cheer me up!”

(He proceeds to tell a rather unfunny joke that I heard at school, but it does make me laugh because of its simplicity.)

Customer: *grinning* “See! You laughed! Discount?”

Me: *laughing and shaking my head* “I’m afraid not, sir!”

(This goes back and forth for around ten minutes before he finally finds a comfortable shoe. I pride myself on being a very chatty person who loves to smile, as retail is my favourite place to work despite its drawbacks, and the customer picks up on this. As part of our job we are required to sell branded shoes with the same brand of trainer as proof that we are competent at our job, and we must sell insoles and half-soles with shoes, which gets us extra money every month. Not only does the customer buy two of both, the only reason he didn’t buy socks was because he didn’t purchase the correct brand.)

Customer: “But you’ve been so patient and helpful; how could I possibly repay you?! Do you have a card I could fill out? Maybe a tip I can give you?”

(The customer pauses and thinks for a second, while I radio my manager to find out any way he can say thank you. The only option is an online survey, but the customer has no access to a computer. Part of our policy is to walk any stockroom-shoes to the till for the customer as those shoes aren’t tagged and can be stolen. I start walking towards the tills with his box and other items and place it on the rack. As I’m walking back, the customer gently catches my wrist and smiles.)

Customer: “Would you perhaps go on a date with me?”

Me: *holding back surprised laughter* “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m afraid I have to say no. My boyfriend might have something to say about that!”

Customer: “Aw, that’s a shame! Well I hope you have a wonderful day, miss! See you around! What’s your name?

Me: “My name is [My Name], sir.”

Customer: “I’ll ask for you personally next time I’m in!”

Me: “Why, thank you, sir! I hope you have a good week!”

(I’d had a string of rude customers that day, including one who actually threw a shoe at me, and that customer made my entire week! My boss even congratulated me, as he hadn’t had someone ask for an in-store way to say thank you in a while. It gave me and my mother a good laugh when I got home! I haven’t seen him since as I moved to a new city soon after, but I don’t think I’ll ever forget the short half hour I spent with him. Thank you!)

The Wheels Of Good Deeds Come Back Around

, , , | Wales, UK | Hopeless | March 23, 2016

(I’m on my way to pick up my toddler from nursery. It’s a lovely spring day and the small park is full of people. I’m passing a group of teenage boys, when one of them asks:)

Teenage Boy: “Can I have a go on your wheelchair?”

(Since I’m running early, can walk short distances, and know how much fun wheelchairs can be, I surprise them.)

Me: “Sure, you can use it for a few minutes.”

(They have their fun on the chair, and then reclaim it and continue on my way. Several weeks later, I am on my way home, the back of my chair loaded with shopping and my toddler on my knee, when the heavens open. We’re getting more and more drenched, when I hear a shout from behind me.)

Teenage Boy: “Hey, missus, do you want a hand?”

(In a seafront shelter on the other side of the road is the same group of lads, with the one who tried out my chair heading towards me. He could have stayed in the dry, but he got soaked making sure that my daughter and I got home quickly. Teenagers can be great.)

An Act Of Kindness Fit For The Movies

, , , , | AB, Canada | Hopeless | March 23, 2016

(I am seasonal associate around Christmas time. An elderly customer is purchasing items at my register.)

Customer: *hands me a DVD* “Do you know if [Movie] is any good?”

Me: “Well, I have heard great things, but sadly I haven’t seen it.”

Customer: “Why not? A young guy like you doesn’t go to the movies with his girlfriend?”

Me: “My boyfriend used to take me to the movies all the time, then we broke up and I just haven’t been able to afford to go to the movies. I’m saving my money for Christmas presents for the family. Alright, sir, your total today is [total]; will that be cash, debit, or credit?”

Customer: “Oh, I see… debit please.”

(Because the customer never says a word to me when I tell him I’m gay, I think he might just be someone who thinks that it is wrong. He pays, walks off, and five minutes later comes back with another shopping bag and hands it to me.)

Customer: “Merry Christmas.”

Me: “Sorry?”

Customer: “Merry Christmas; you are probably one of the kindest cashiers that I have met. Merry Christmas, and I hope your soulmate sweeps you off of your feet.”

(After the customer left, I opened the bag and there were a bunch of new release DVDs in the bag, with the receipt as a proof that they were paid for. I asked my manager what to do and she told me to keep them. I still have them, and I watch them every Christmas!)

Good News For (A Heckuva Lot Of) Change

, , , | NY, USA | Hopeless | March 22, 2016

(The following happens when a well-dressed man comes in with bags full of sweets and gifts.)

Customer: “What’s your favorite flavor?!”

Me: “I like the lemon.”

Customer: “Then, give me that! A large! It’s for my wife!” *shakes with excitement*

Me: “I guess those presents and sweets are for her, too?”

Customer: *shakes with even more excitement* “YES! Yes they are!”

Me: “Here you go. That will be five dollars—”

Customer: *unable to contain himself* “MY WIFE IS PREGNANT! PREGNANT! I’m going to have a little son or daughter! HIGH FIVE!”

(The customer proceeds to high five me over the register and throws a bill onto the table.)

Customer: “I’m going to be a dad! Keep the change!” *skips out of the store*

(The bill he threw? It was $50!)

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