Why Waitstaff Should Rule The World

, , , , , | Right | September 4, 2020

I’m fourteen at the time, attending the Kansas City Comicon. My family isn’t particularly rich, so I only have five dollars for the entire weekend. As all those who attend conventions know that five dollars doesn’t get you very far. I see a plushie of an anime character that I particularly enjoy; unfortunately, it’s out of my price range at thirteen dollars. I rejoin my family at the hotel diner, overwhelmed by the bustle of the convention and upset over not being able to purchase my toy. My mother is understanding, and I have received tissues from a passing waitress. Finally, another waitress approaches.

Waitress: “What’s wrong, hun?”

Me: *In tears* “I was at the convention, and I saw something I really, really wanted, and it was thirteen dollars, and I only have five!”

The waitress gives a confident smile.

Waitress: “Aw…”

She begins rifling through a wallet as I watch, wide-eyed. She hands me all the money I need to buy the plushie.

Waitress: “Just pay it forward, you hear?”

I was in tears of glee, and my parents were shocked and happy! I still have my Sebastian plushie. Thank you, kind waitress!

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My Mother The Monster

, , , | Right | September 1, 2020

I grew up with a mother that is every server’s nightmare. She always finds something to yell about and is not happy until she reduces the server to tears. I spent my childhood trying to make sure that no matter how messed up a meal was, I never said anything as it would fuel the fire in my mother.

Now, I am married and pregnant with my first child, but I’m still very timid around any customer service person as I’m afraid of being “that customer.”

We have gone to a restaurant that has both a buffet bar and regular meals. I am craving chicken-fried steak, so I order that and the salad bar. I get my meal and it is so laden with salt that it tastes like a salt lake — not just the steak, but the side vegetables, too. I decide to just eat from the salad bar and make a mental note to never order the chicken-fried steak again. It is now the end of the meal and the waitress comes over to give us our check. 

Waitress: “How was everything today?”

Me: “Fine.”

Waitress: “Any interest in dessert tonight?”

Me: “No, we’re fine.”

Waitress: “Can I get you a box?”

Me: “No. thank you. I don’t need one.”

Obviously, the waitress can see there is a problem, because who leaves almost a full meal and doesn’t want a box? She says she’ll go get us our check. But instead, she lets the manager know what is going on

Manager: “How was everything?”

Me: *Wishing I could disappear* “Fine.”

Manager: “How was the chicken-fried steak? It doesn’t seem like you ate very much, and you don’t want a box?”

I burst into hormonal tears, and I realize I am making a scene but can’t stop.

Me: “I’m sorry, please excuse the tears; I can’t make them stop.”

Manager: “Oh, honey, it’s okay. What’s the problem?”

Me: “It was just so salty that I couldn’t eat it, and I didn’t want to cause any problems, and I’m sorry.”

Manager: “It’s not your fault if the food was too salty. How about I just comp both your meals for you?”

Me: “No, no. I’m not trying to get anything for free. I can’t accept that; it is too much.”

The manager finally conceded to just take off my meal, which I felt was still too much, but I just wanted to go home. We ended up tipping the waitress the amount of my meal. 

I’ve since learned how to talk to servers when things are wrong without causing a Mom-sized scene or becoming a sobbing mess.

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Wait Time Crime

, , , , | Right | August 27, 2020

I ordered a puzzle almost a month ago. However, I now have reason to believe the site where I bought the puzzle from isn’t an actual shop and is just collecting money without sending out the products, so I contact my bank. There is a long wait until someone is able to take my call: almost an hour. Then, a representative gets on. She quickly resolves the issue, arranges for my money to be refunded, and lodges a complaint against the site. Then, we finish up with this.

Representative: “Now that we have this resolved, I’ll happily file a complaint for you for the wait time. This is really out of line.”

Me: “Oh, you really don’t have to do that.”

Representative: “But you were kept on hold waiting. This should have gone through faster!”

Me: “Yeah, possibly. But I imagine that you’re both busy and short-staffed, and I honestly expected a long wait time.”

Representative: “Are you sure you don’t want me to file a complaint?”

Me: “Yeah, I’m sure. It’s really not a big problem.”

I have honestly never had so one so affronted on my behalf for a long wait time during a global health crisis!

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Big Heart For Big Bird

, , , , , , | Right | August 27, 2020

When my son was about two or so, his grandmother gave him a huge stuffed Big Bird toy. The thing was, true to its name, big — easily five feet tall. My son insisted it go everywhere in the car with us.

One day, I dropped the car at our local garage for service. Big Bird was tossed in the back seat.

When I returned a couple of hours later, I got in my car and glanced in the back seat and laughed. There was Big Bird, sitting upright and safely seat- and shoulder-belted in.

Tucked into the belt was a note that read, “Safety first for everyone.”

I think I smiled the rest of the day over some unknown mechanic’s concern for my son’s favorite stuffed friend.

Thank you, mechanic, for your small act of kindness.


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What We Should Be Spreading Is Kindness

, , , , , , , | Working | August 26, 2020

The governor of Ohio has just closed all non-essential businesses during the health crisis. Unfortunately, I own a small and relatively new retail store. Because it’s a home goods and gift-shop-style store, it is considered non-essential.

Because my business is less than three years old, we pay month to month. No savings. And all my personal savings were invested in start-up costs. I literally rely on monthly sales to keep going. I have been waiting and hoping that I will get the stimulus check, but at this point, it isn’t happening, and there is no guarantee that it will happen.

I apply for grants and loans and am never approved for any. I am sure I am going to have to close my business and give up on my dream. There is no way I can keep going.

About four weeks into the quarantine, I stop by the store and check my PO box. There is a letter with just my name on the front, nothing else. Inside the card is a note stating, “I know it’s hard for small businesses like yours. I hope this helps,” and $900 cash. It isn’t signed, and I know the postmaster is in on it, but they say they have no idea who did it.

That gift helped make it through and now we are back open. I can keep going. So, thank you, whoever you are! My faith in humanity was restored! I hope I can pay it forward one day.


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