Sunday School Kindness Applies Seven Days A Week

, , , , , | Hopeless | March 12, 2019

One day, when I am little, my mom misplaces her keys to the house. This is pretty bad because she doesn’t realize this until we get there, and the taxi has already left. This is the age before cellphones, so we can’t call a locksmith, nor my dad, who is currently on the other side of the city with our only car.

There is no public transport nor open shops nearby, and since it’s getting dark, my mom is scared. It’s just her and her daughter on the streets at night.

She decides to go with her raised-Catholic instincts and carries me to a church. There’s no one there but the Sunday school teacher, who’s just finished tidying up, and her husband, who’s come to help her. My mom explains our situation to them and, as it turns out, they live a mere block away from us! They invite us to their house to use their phone, call my dad, and wait there until he arrives.

Everything turns out all right. I only vaguely remember this incident, but my mom still gets choked up thinking about the couple who helped her when she was a scared young mom in need of help.

Not Such A Mean Old Dinosaur

, , , , | Hopeless | March 11, 2019

(I am shopping with my mom. I’m looking for the oatmeal that has dinosaur eggs in it that dissolve as you make the oatmeal. It has been out of stock locally for a few weeks. Today I see them!)

Me: “Mom, look! Dinosaurs! My favorite!” *grabs a box*

(I hear an indignant sniff to my left. I turn and see a tall, imposing woman in a business suit. I want to shrink into the ground.)

Business Lady: *grabs a box and grins* “They’re my favorite, too!”

Monthly Roundup: February 2019

| Friendly Healthy Hopeless Learning Legal Related Right Romantic Working | March 11, 2019

It’s time for the February roundup! Our editors have decided among themselves which stories in February deserve the extra attention, regardless of the number of thumbs-ups they received. Out of the 802 stories we posted in the month, we’ve singled out nine.

If there are any stories from the last month you feel we should have included, please let us know in the comments!

Don’t forget to vote for your favorite stories in the poll below! Note: You can choose up to three*. The winner of the previous roundup poll was She Has To Live Somewhere Else, But At Least She Will Be Living from the Healthy and Related categories!

They Are First-Class Jerks – Entitlement at 30,000ft!

A Shout Out To All The Non-Employees – A story to make you smile.

Directions Needed To Get To Modern Times – The man of times old was truly directionless.

Taking Inventory: I’m Afraid I Can’t Let You Do That, Dave – Budget some time for this story – it’s worth it.

A Breakdown Evens Out A Breakup – This story smells.

Hard Not To Smile – There is a whole spectrum of understanding in the world.

Hopefully, You Won’t Pay(Roll) For That – A truly satisfying F-bomb.

So Many Optometrists But They Can’t See What’s Happening – They’re blind to how they’re shooting themselves in the foot.

A Little Calling Out Is Good For Your Mental Health –  Scream if you want to make a point about screaming!

Please choose your favorite story of the month!

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*Not Always Hopeless stories are not included in the poll. This is because often they are so lovely they win by default. 

We’ve decided to separate our favorite ‘Hopeless’ story of the month from the section above, since it’s not part of the poll:

God Gave Rock And Roll To You – The title says it all!

Cake Stops People From Going Postal

, , , | Hopeless | March 9, 2019

(I work in a small post office in a rural area. It makes for a pretty relaxed atmosphere as and people tend to like talking too much about what they’re sending. This has led to some embarrassing oversharing before. This is my favourite interaction, though.)

Customer: “I’d like to send this first class. It’s cake samples for a wedding, so I don’t want it to take long.”

Me: “That’s nice. Oh, it’s still a little warm. Smells really good.”

Customer: “Thank you. Made them all fresh. I’ve got mint chocolate, red velvet, chocolate orange, and Victoria sponge.”

Me: *jokingly* “Well, if it doesn’t get there, you know I might have just eaten them. They sound tasty!”

(We share a laugh and finish the transaction. The next day:)

Customer: “Hello again. I had some leftover sample slices and thought you’d like them.”

Me: “Oh, wow. Thank you so much!”

(I shared the cake with my boss. They were delicious, and when it came time for my sister’s wedding, you can guess who made the cake.)

 

Being Frosty Is A Good Thing

, , , | Hopeless | March 6, 2019

(One hot summer’s day, my college roommate and I decide we are in the mood for a frosty from Wendy’s. Neither of us has a car, so since it is nice out, we walk the mile and a half to get there. Unfortunately, the lobby is closed for renovations. Since there are no cars at the drive-thru, we walk up to the window to ask if there’s any way we can order there.)

Cashier: “Sorry, ladies, but we can’t take walk-up orders at the drive-thru for safety reasons.”

Roommate: “Bummer, after that long walk. Thanks, anyway!” *we turn to leave*

Cashier: “Hold on a sec.” *looks around furtively* “Here.” *hands me his keys* “My car is right there; just pull through real quick.”

(And so we did! The frosties were delicious! We are forever grateful to you, kind cashier!)

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