An Angel With A Sense Of Humor

, , , | OK, USA | Hopeless | June 10, 2016

(I’m cashiering on a slow night when an elderly couple come through my line.)

Old Lady: *reads my name tag* “Oh! Your name is Angel! How pretty!”

Me: “Yeah, my mom was being optimistic!”

One Dollar Makes Ten More

, , , | Gold Coast, QLD, Australia | Hopeless | June 7, 2016

(I work in a well known major grocery store on the registers. I’m not particularly fond of my job but I always go out of my way to go above and beyond for customers. This happens on my usual Saturday shift. A lovely old gentleman is buying some salmon that’s on special.)

Me: “Your total comes to $9 for those two packets, sir.”

(The older gentleman counts his money a few times before looking at me in despair.)

Older Man: “I’m awfully sorry but I seem to only have $8. How much is a single packet.”

(The special is $8 for two packets or $6 each.)

Me: “It’s $6 for the one, sir.”

(He counts his money again just to be sure he doesn’t have the needed dollar.)

Older Man: “Okay, I will just get the one today, then.”

(He looks so miserable that I make him an offer.)

Me: “I have an idea; I have a spare dollar here. You give me the $8 that you have there and I will throw in this dollar for you.”

Older Man: “Oh, you don’t have to do that! I will just get the one for $6.”

Me: “Nonsense! It’s too much of a good deal to pass up!”

(I finalise the transaction and he’s on his way. I continue to work for another couple of hours when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see the old man.)

Older Man: “I can’t let kindness that you showed me go unnoticed. I went home and got some more money and a present for you.”

(He hands me the dollar coin and a handful of instant scratchies.)

Me: “Oh, sir, that’s so lovely of you but it’s not necessary!”

Older Man: “You helped out an old man for no reason today. This is most definitely necessary. You have a lovely day, dear!”

(I spent the rest of my shift smiling, and I managed to win $10 on the instant scratchies!)

Racism = Stupidity

, , , , | TX, USA | Hopeless | May 30, 2016

(My husband and I are in line to order behind this older redneck-type man with a sour attitude. For the most part, I’m paying no attention, because I’m sharing work-related conversation with hubby, though it’s easy to see that the conversation is tense. Suddenly, the older guy explodes on the young, Hispanic cashier.)

Customer: “D*** it! I just want to order a d*** burger. Is that so f***ing hard to do?”

Cashier: “Sir, I just want to know if you want curly fries or regular fries.”

Customer: “I don’t speak wetback, boy! You need to learn American.”

Cashier: *visibly upset now* “I asked if you want curly fries or regular fries.”

Customer: “Can’t understand a f***ing thing. Need to fire all of your a**es and hire some d*** Americans.”

Me: “Wait, what seems to be the problem here?”

Customer: “I can’t understand the d*** wetback behind the counter. He’s got a f***ing thick accent.”

(This is a complete lie; the kid has no accent at all. We’ve understood every word that he has said clearly.)

Me: “Well, maybe I can help. I know a little Spanish.” *I turn to the cashier, and in perfect English, ask:* “What was the order number and what comes with it?”

Cashier: “He ordered a number eight. It comes with mayo, mustard, and ketchup. I wanted to know if he wanted curly fries or regular with it.”

Me: *turns to the older customer and as loud and slow as I can* “HE WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU WANT CURLY FRIES OR REGULAR FRIES!”

Customer: “What the f***?! Why are you f***ing yelling at me?!”

Me: “Oh, I thought you were deaf. So, is it a stupidity problem, then? Or just racism?”

(He got red in the face and stormed out, still muttering about how Mexicans were taking over Texas. The cashier and his fellow workers were laughing the whole way. I got a free small shake out of it, but I’d have done it with or without the shake.)

Bob’s Your Uncle

, , , | GA, USA | Hopeless | May 27, 2016

(One of the local grocers offers jobs to mentally handicapped residents of a local group home. One of these gentlemen has worked there for years, and he is a very conscientious bagger – everything is packaged just so. He is a very nice man, but his social filters aren’t always quite “there.” Just before my due date, I was stocking up the pantry in preparation for an expected child, and three others at home, and knowing that I wouldn’t be able to just jump in the car to pick up some cereal. After bagging my purchases – two large carts piled up – Bob looks at the trolleys, and then looks at my belly.)

Bob: “Wow! You must be really hungry!”

(The manager who was running the till gave poor Bob a look that makes me think he had to listen to another lecture on how to interact with customers, but I thought it was hilarious! Laughed all the way home. He didn’t get fired. That baby is now four years old, and she adores Mister Bob at the store. We always have to buy a pack of Starburst so she can give him the orange ones – his favorite.)

Driving Thru The Kindness

, , | Kitchener, ON, Canada | Hopeless | May 24, 2016

(I get into work and begin my shift, and am thrown into a very confusing situation.)

Boss: “Okay, you’re going to take over on till three, and I’ll give you orders as I get them!” *runs back to drive-thru*

Me: *thoroughly confused, looks at the man standing there, then at the cash register screen* “Um… so I’m assuming the cambro of coffee is your order?”

Man: “Yes, but that’s not all.”

Me: “Okay, well, what else can I get for you?”

Man: “Nothing. I’m paying for some other orders on drive-thru.”

Boss: *yells* “Okay, add an extra large coffee, a crispy chicken Caesar salad, and a cookie!”

Me: *finally understanding* “Ooooh, okay. Well, thank you for paying for someone else’s order. That’s very kind of you. Will that be everything?”

Man: “Uh, if I ordered another cambro of coffee, would that take extra time?”

Me: “Well, yes…”

Man: “And the other register is open?”

Me: “Yeah.”

Man: “Okay, I’ll take another one, and add on whatever else you get to my order as well.”

Me: “Seriously…?”

Man: “Yeah, why not, right? Might as well.”

Me: “That’s… very kind of you.” *typing in more orders as they come in* “That’s probably the nicest thing any customer has ever done.”

(He ended up paying $70, only taking 2 small cambros of coffee with him, and once he left another employee told me he also offered to pay for anything the employees wanted to eat during their shift. I don’t even know his name, but it was the most generous act I’ve ever witnessed at work.)

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