(My husband and I go to a local restaurant for our anniversary, which falls on a Wednesday. The restaurant is surprisingly busy and by the frazzled faces of the workers, they weren’t expecting the rush, either. We are sat in a booth with high walls so it feels rather secluded, but we often hear a lot of muffled raised voices trailing over the wall between the booths. Between gaps of what sounds like a heated discussion, we periodically see our waiter rush past, looking more and more frazzled. However, every time he comes to our table he is absolutely fantastic and nothing but cheerful and polite. He is obviously in a hurry and rushed off his feet, but he takes the time to ask how our day has been and if we are celebrating anything and so on. All the while, the other tables around us seem to all be cranky with whatever first-world problems they are dealing with. This is what happens when we have finished our meals.)
Waiter: “How was everything?”
Me: “Fantastic, thanks.”
Husband: “Definitely great.”
Waiter: “Great! Can I get you anything else? Dessert menu, maybe?”
Me: “Oh, no, thanks. We are both incredibly full.”
Waiter: “I am glad to hear it. Sorry for the bit of delay. We’re a little short staffed, but I hope that you enjoyed your anniversary regardless.”
Me: “Oh, we absolutely have. And we were just saying what a great job you’re doing. It’s pretty busy tonight, but we really haven’t had to wait long at all.”
Husband: “Yeah. We could hear people getting a little worked up.”
Waiter: “Gosh, I am sorry about that. I hope they didn’t bother you.”
Husband: “No, it’s fine. But sorry you have to deal with that. You’re obviously working as fast as you can.”
Waiter: “Thank you very much; that means a lot. Actually, in truth, I am a manager and usually spend my time on the books, so I am a little rusty out here. I don’t know how the others do it. But I appreciate the compliments.”
Husband: “No worries! Can we please have these leftovers for takeaway?” *gestures at plates*
Waiter: “Sure, no problem. Do you want all of these or just these?” *gesturing to different configurations*
Me: “Oh, just surprise us. We just need one serve for [Husband]’s lunch tomorrow.”
Waiter: “Surprise you? Haha, okay, I will.”
(He left with the plates and came back with a bag. We thanked him, paid, and headed home. The next day, my husband got the box out of the bag for his lunch and found underneath it a voucher for $30 at the restaurant. That was more than we’d even spent on our anniversary dinner! My husband was so excited he took a photo and send it to me, and then called me. On the voucher where it had a space for the name of the manager that approved it, it also said “Surprise!” I immediately called the restaurant and spoke to the manager on duty who passed along my thanks and compliments to the manager that had served us, as well as the owner. We went back a week later for a secondary anniversary dinner, which was just as fantastic, and we gave the waiter/manager that served us a box of chocolates since they weren’t allowed tips. It honestly does pay to be kind.)