From Hair Raising To Heart Warming

| UK | Awesome Customers, Health & Body, Top

(I am standing behind the till, serving customers. I wear a wig; I had Alopecia when I was 16 and haven’t had any hair for three years. A male customer goes past the till, heading for the children’s section, and sees me.)

Customer: “Oh my god, your hair looks amazing! How did you get it like that?!”

Me: “It’s a wig, actually! I lost my hair when I was younger.”

(The customer looks very shocked, but then suddenly gives me a thumbs up.)

Customer: “Darling, you look smashing.”

Me: “Thank you, you just made my day!”

(The customer who took the time to give my self esteem a boost?! I honestly hope he wins the lottery one day!)

He’s Got Your Barack

| Monterey, CA, USA | Politics

(Just after the election in 2008, we sell out of Obama’s two books, as well as most books portraying him well. In order to sell more of the other candidates’ books, we put them out on a display with lower sales prices. A young man approaches.)

Customer: “Dude, what’s with the Anti-Obama section?”

Me: “What?”

Customer: “Yeah, what do you guys have against Obama? Seriously?”

Me: *noticing what he’s pointing at* “Oh. We’re sold out of his books, and we need to get rid of a few of these.”

(Our city is overwhelmingly liberal, so we have a hard enough time selling these books as it is.)

Customer: “Why do you even have this trash anyway?”

Me: “It’s got nothing to do with politics. We just would rather sell these books than toss them out. If you need me, I’ll be shelving.”

Customer: *to his friend as they walk away* “God, Obama just gets no respect.”

How To Train Your Dragon Loving Child

| Sydney, NSW, Australia | Awesome Workers, Family & Kids, Pets & Animals, Top

(I’m a customer at a bookshop. As I’m browsing, I overhear a nearby mother spending five minutes patiently explaining to her young daughter that dragons aren’t real. The daughter is only about 3 or 4.)

Mother: “For the last time, they’re just made up! For fun! They don’t actually exist!”

Daughter: “But they’re in this book! Look!”

Mother: “Oh, for… I’ve already explained this. Come on, we’re leaving.”

Daughter: “Can I buy the dragon book?”

Mother: “Of course not! That’s the last thing I need.”

(They make their way over to the cash register, where the mother pays for a few books. The daughter looks up at the salesman with big eyes.)

Daughter: “Excuse me, mister. Are dragons real?”

Salesman: *leans in close* “Well, that’s what we have to tell you.”

(The daughter’s face lights up instantly and the mother lets out an exasperated sigh. That man just made my day, and the day of a tiny little girl who loves dragons.)