Put Your Hands Up For Detroit

, , , | NY, USA | Hopeless | August 2, 2016

(I walk into the airport at 4:00 am to check my bag and get through security. I am very bleary-eyed because the hotel I’d stayed at the night before hadn’t brought up a crib for my toddler until past 10:00 pm, three hours after I checked in. When I reach the baggage counter, I hand my ticket to the agent and don’t expect much further conversation.)

Agent: “I see you’re traveling to Detroit today on a multi-stop route. Were you aware that we have a nonstop flight?”

Me: *now more awake* “No, I didn’t see that when I booked my ticket. Is there still a spot on the flight?”

Agent: “There’s plenty of room! I’ll transfer your ticket now, if that’s okay.”

(After thanking her several times, my toddler and I make our slow progress through security. When we reach the gate before take-off, the same agent from before is standing at the counter.)

Agent: “Good morning! I just noticed that your car-seat is airline-approved. Would you like to take your child on in her seat today? The two of you have an aisle all to yourself.”

(She made the flight immeasurably better for me and my fellow travelers. I ended up at my destination six hours earlier than scheduled and my toddler napped through the entire flight. I made sure to leave glowing comments about her in my feedback!)

Far From A Drinking Problem

, , , | NC, USA | Hopeless | July 31, 2016

(After a hectic shift at work, I find out my ride isn’t coming for another half hour. I decide to walk across the street to a fast-casual restaurant chain and just get a drink, because I can’t really afford anything else, so I can wait there safely. I am exhausted and emotionally drained, not to mention I probably smell bad from all the food that I spilled on myself. I walk up to the cashier, who is extremely busy.)

Me: “When you get a moment, could I just get a drink?”

Cashier: “Yeah, sure.” *hands me a cup*

Me: *tries to hand him my debit card*

Cashier: “Don’t worry about it!”

Me: “Are you sure?”

Cashier: “Yes!”

(Though it may seem like a simple act, it restored my faith in humanity. I was sure to put the money I was going to spend on the drink in the tip jar!)

Not Acting Like A Complete (S)Tool

, , , | OR, USA | Hopeless | July 29, 2016

(I recently adopted an American (Scott) Bulldog/Boxer mix from a family that didn’t treat him very well. I’ve spent the last few months training him and socializing him, which has been mostly a success so far. However, there have been times when my dog does something rather embarrassing because he’s still learning how to act in stores. On this particular day, I go out walking with a friend and her family along with my boyfriend. We decide to stop at a frozen yogurt shop for a treat. My dog isn’t allowed inside, so I find a stool to tie him to. Since he’s usually so good, I don’t check to see if the stool is bolted down. I get him his own yogurt cup and go inside to grab mine when this happens:)

Froyo Employee: “Hey, miss, your dog is acting a little crazy.”

Me: “What? What is he doing?”

Froyo Employee: “He—”

(At this point, my moron of a dog, his muzzle stuck in his cup, scoots the stool, and takes off, scared of the stool. I dropped my cup and run out the door to see my dog running down the street, stool flying high behind him. My boyfriend runs after the dog after my asthma kicks in and I can’t run anymore. Luckily, a homeless gentleman catches my dog and hands him to my boyfriend. I give him the money I have in my wallet, which isn’t much, but he smiles and takes it anyway. We get back to the froyo store.)

Froyo Employee: *reassuringly* “The stool isn’t too damaged. You don’t need to pay for it.”

(It was a super embarrassing day, but thanks to both the homeless man and the froyo employee, I got my dog back. Thanks both of you guys for understanding and not making me feel more stupid than I already was!)

Your Reception Was Struck By Thunder

, , , | NSW, Australia | Hopeless | July 29, 2016

(It’s pretty common in the rural area where I live that people listen to the radio while working, especially Tradies. You can call in on a particular channel and request songs.)

Radio Announcer: “Hello! What’s your name and what song can I play for you today?”

Caller: *Incredibly garbled noises but I could make out* “Mate… Thunderstruck… Cheers…” *hangs up*

Radio Announcer: “Okay, I made out the word “thunderstruck.” So, I hope this is what you want, our friend with terrible reception!”

Off-The-Clock Rock

, , | Chambersburg, PA, USA | Hopeless | July 21, 2016

(I am waiting by the time clock to punch in for my shift on the U-Scan at my job when the head cashier comes over to me.)

Head Cashier: “Are you clocked in?”

Me: “No, I still have a few minutes before it will let me.”

Head Cashier: “Have you seen any baggers, then?”

Me: “No, why?”

Head Cashier: “This lady over here needs help out to her car.”

Me: “I’ll still do it.”

(I then make my way over to the elderly lady and start to load up her cart.)

Me: “Hi there! I’m here to help you out to your car. I’m not on the clock, so if anyone asks, I’m doing it as a friendly customer.”

(She thanks me profusely and after we grab her walker, we make small talk as we get to her car. Once there, I manage to pack all her items into her trunk so they fit perfectly, much to her delight.)

Me: “Have a good day, ma’am!”

Elderly Woman: “Oh, wait! I have to tip you for your help!”

Me: “Oh, no! You don’t have to! It was nice helping you and you were so pleasant to talk to!”

Elderly Woman: “You helped me off the clock and did your darnedest to pack everything perfectly. You deserve a tip for being so helpful!”

(She then placed $5 in my hand and shut her car door before I could protest further. I know $5 isn’t much, but as someone who works in a job that never normally gets more than a thank you from customers, it meant the world to me.)

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