Finally, Someone Who Knows How To Make Change!

, , , , , | Working | September 7, 2020

My mother and I have just landed at an airport in Maryland. We plan on taking the city’s public transportation to our final destination, a relative’s condo about an hour away. The bus at the airport is on an hourly schedule. We catch the bus at 10:00 am exactly and begin to board when we realise we only have a card to pay the bus fare. The fare is $7.50 per person so a flat $15 for my mother and me.

Me: “I’m sorry, miss, but we only have a card; do you accept a card?”

Bus Driver: “Sorry, we don’t, but there should be an ATM just inside the airport. I’ll wait while you go grab some money okay?”

My mother waits on the bus while I zip into the airport and find the ATM. The ATM will only allow me to withdraw in increments of twenty, so I take a $20 bill from the ATM and run back to the bus. Thankfully, a few people are still waiting to board.

Me: “All right, miss, I have a twenty here!”

Bus Driver: “Oh, unfortunately, the machine only accepts exact change. I’m sorry about that.”

My mother and I resign ourselves to the loss of the extra $5. A rider walks up and is about to put his $7.50 into the machine when the driver speaks up.

Bus Driver: “Excuse me, sir, can I see your money?”

She takes the money and gestures the rider to a seat, and then she addresses us.

Bus Driver: “All right, here’s what I’ll do. I’ll put your $20 bill in the machine along with this gentlemen’s $2.50 in change and charge you for three tickets, but then you can have his $5 bill, giving you change back.”

We did this and thanked her. It was a real kindness for her to help us, and we very much appreciated it!

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We Don’t Think They’ll Improve After Caffeine

, , , , | Right | September 4, 2020

I work in a retirement center as a server; we work the dining room in sections. My section is particularly busy, and on top of that, I have to spend five minutes I don’t have cleaning up syrup that spilled in the fridge. I’m running around but doing the best I can to get everyone’s order out as fast as possible. I approach a table that’s been waiting for coffee for a little while but also ordered an apple juice, which I have.

Me: “And here’s your apple juice.”

Resident #1: “Thank you, honey.”

Resident #2: “Aren’t you going to get her coffee?”

Me: “I’ll have it out as soon as I can.”

I give them both a smile and run back into the kitchen. I want to note that this isn’t said in a snippy tone, I still have other orders to work on from people that came in first, and I will work on the coffee just as soon as I take out some plates of food. When I do bring the coffee over though, I find she already has coffee; I assume one of my coworkers did it to help me out.

Me: “Oh! You already have coffee.”

I start to walk across the room to put away the coffee pot when the other resident says something I can’t quite hear but I know it’s directed at me.

Me: “What?”

Resident #2: “I said, I got it for her because of your attitude.”

I get really upset. Because I talk loud, I’m often mistaken for being angry, and it’s kind of a sore spot for me. Not to mention I’m tired from working a double the day before and am doing one today, so I end up taking a break, pretty much just so I can cry. I later find out that a lot of the other ladies around her got very upset and told her not to speak to me like that, including the resident who wanted the coffee to begin with. She also calls me over to apologize for the other resident’s behavior herself later on in the meal.

Resident #1: “Dear, I’m so sorry that she did that. That’s why I sit with her. You know, I’m trying to mold her into a proper lady, so she’s not such an a**hole. Don’t let what she said bother you; you’re doing a great job and you work so hard. What you need to do next time she’s giving you a hard time is put on your big girl shoes and tell her, ‘F*** you, old lady.’”

I was stunned, and while I would never say anything like that, it was nice to know that the other residents appreciate the fact I’m there all the time and really try my hardest the whole time.

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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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Only One Pineapple Away From A Great Day

, , , , | Right | September 4, 2020

It has been a long day at work and I just want to buy my chips as quickly as possible, so I run into the local supermarket and stand in line for the self-checkout. I am calmly waiting for the young woman in front of me to finish up her purchases. She has quickly rung up everything but seems to be having trouble with this one item of precut fruit and flags down a worker who happens to be walking by.

Young Woman: “Hi, sorry to bother you, but this pineapple doesn’t have a barcode, and I don’t see an option for it under the produce tab. Am I missing something?”

Worker: *Looks over the item* “Oh, these are supposed to have a printed label by weight already on them. This one must have gotten missed somehow. Let me go get you one.”

The young woman looks to her left at the line of two of us now waiting.

Young Woman: “Okay, that would be great, thank you. I’m just going to pay out my purchase here while you do, and then get back in line so I’m not holding everything up.”

The worker looks confused but nods and walks off. Shocked at this young person’s thoughtfulness, I speak up.

Me: “That’s very nice of you, thank you.”

The young woman just shrugs as she swipes her card and waits for the prompt to sign.

Young Woman: “It’s no big deal. I mean, you don’t know how long something like that might take, and it’s not fair to hold you guys up for my pineapple. I’m in no rush to get home or anything, so I don’t mind waiting.”

She gives me a smile and turns back to sign as prompted when the worker comes back with her pineapple.

Worker: “Here you go, miss.”

The machine has just printed out her receipt and I wonder if she is going to go ahead and ring it up now. She glances at the container and then looks back at us before taking it with a laugh.

Young Woman: “Yeah, it would be something like that. Awesome. Thank you again, and I’m just going to take this to the end while I bag before getting back in line.”

I was so impressed by her selflessness when others would just take advantage of the situation or hold others up for their convenience. I quickly spoke up again and offered to buy her item. She was shocked and uncertain but I insisted and quickly took the item and scanned it before sending it down the belt towards her unpacked items. She thanked me with a wide, sincere smile before quickly bagging her items and wishing me a good evening. Best $3 I ever spent towards encouraging our youth that kindness IS worth it.

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When The Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense Throws A Pizza Party

, , , , , , , | Right | September 2, 2020

Years ago, I worked in a library, and my boss decided we needed to have an art and writing contest for kids around Halloween. After talking about it, we decided that the prize would be a pizza party for the winners while watching a fairly new PG-13 dark fantasy film. We settled on Hellboy — the good one with Ron Perlman.

After our winners were selected, we sent home letters to inform them and also to let parents know the nature of the film so they could check on it. The parents all signed the permission slips attached to the letters and we prepared to party.

Each child had been invited to invite one guest. Two of the winners were brother and sister and they both invited their mother. My heart sank and my boss got nervous when we saw her. While we had a friendly and warm relationship, we were concerned that, because of her very stringent fundamentalist leanings, she might not want to sit through a film about dark magic. I was frankly surprised she had agreed to let the kids watch it.

We both resigned ourselves to Mom storming out of the place as soon as Baby Hellboy appeared.

Guess we will learn about being judge-y. Mom stayed for the whole thing. At the end of the film, all the kids were vocal about how much they liked it, but it was Mom who stole the appreciation show.

Wiping her eyes with napkins, she sobbed, “That was one of the most beautiful films I have ever seen! I told these two,” indicating her kids, “that that is how they need to choose a partner. I told them they need to look beyond a person’s exterior to see how good they are inside. She loved him because he was beautiful inside! You don’t see many movies like that these days. Thank you for sharing that!”

One of our favorite programs ever.

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