Happy To Report Some Happy

, , | Hopeless | March 7, 2017

(It is the day before most public high schools start and all of us employees are standing around the cash, catching up before we get switched to part time. At the theme park where I work we get switched to weekends only when school starts so we may not get the chance to see our coworkers if they aren’t scheduled when we are. We’ve been working together since May and have all gotten really close.)

Me: *laughing* “I start on the fifth. Have fun in school, guys!”

Coworker: “I’ll text you when I wake up at 6:45. If I can’t sleep in, neither can you.”

(Before I can respond a customer comes up and we all disperse, worried she would complain about us talking.)

Customer: “No, wait guys!” *we all stop walking* “I just wanted to wish you all good luck in school.”

Me: “Oh, wow, thank you so much!”

Customer: “I take it it’s your last chance to see each other?”

Me: “Well, we’re only going to work on weekends soon so we may not be scheduled all together.”

Customer: “You know what? I’m going to go over to customer service and write a brilliant report about your whole team here. You guys deserve to go out with a bang!”

(My coworkers and I were shocked.)

Customer: “It’s nice to see that [Theme Park] hires people with emotions and who actually care about their work here. Do you like working here?” *we all nod* “I’m going to get my grandson to apply here for [Park’s Halloween event]. I like how you all act and I want him to work in a place just like this.”

Me: “Wow, thank you so much!”

(She did end up writing her report with customer service and we all got rewarded for a good review.)

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Moments Like This Are Golden

, , , | Hopeless | March 5, 2017

My daughters and I decide to meet my mother for lunch at a restaurant one weekend. After we arrive and are seated my mother texts telling me she is running late. I decide to go ahead and order for the girls while I wait for my mom to arrive. The waiter, a young man in his early twenties, nods as we place the order stating that he understands as he has kids, too.

Each time he stops by the table to check on us we joke about the children, mine and his, eventually my mom arrives. We eat our lunch as the kids have dessert.

Finally at the end of the meal as we’re getting ready to pay the check the waiter asks if we want to see a picture of his daughter. He pulls out his phone and shows us a photo. His daughter is a golden retriever puppy with her ears done up in hairbows!

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Nothing But A Bunch Of Mean Girls

, , , | Hopeless | March 2, 2017

(I am a server at a fairly laid back burger diner. I am in the middle of a Saturday night shift when I get a two top, a couple no older than myself. I’m 27.)

Me: “Heya, guys, how’s it going?! Can I grab you something to drink to start out with this evening?”

Female Customer: “Hmm.” *eyeing over the menu looking at our milkshakes*

Me: “Were you maybe thinking about some milkshakes? We have some really good ones.” *lists flavors*

Female Customer: *laughing* “Babe! She’s a pusher!”

Male Customer: “Oh, my goodness. Haha!”

Female Customer: “I’m a pusher lady. I’m a pusher!”

(Understanding that my table is quoting ‘Mean Girls’ I start laughing too.)

Me: “Oh, my goodness, I love that movie!”

Female Customer: “We just watched it; I’m a big fan.”

(They order a couple rootbeer floats and when I go back to take their order this happens:)

Female Customer: “Okay. I’ll have a [Burger] and a [Side].”

Male Customer: “And I’ll have the same.”

Me: “Aw, man, I was kinda hoping you would get a Caesar salad.” *voice getting high and kinda frantic as on par with the movie quote* “SO WE CAN TOTALLY STAB IT!”

(They look at me like I just grew six heads.)

Female Customer: “Whaa?”

Me: “Oh, my god, I’m sorry! It was a joke. I was just kinda quoting the movie. You know? ‘We should just totally stab Caesar’? I’m sorry.” *awkward chuckle*

(They burst out laughing.)

Female Customer: “Oh, my goodness! You’re at a ten and imma need you to come back done to a three! Haha.”

Me: “Haha, okay, I’m sorry about that.”

(They get their food and everything is great. I go to drop off their check.)

Me: “I just wanted to let you guys know that I paid for your root beer floats tonight because I’m kind of a weirdo and I wanted to apologize for earlier.”

(They look at each other is disbelief and get huge smiles.)

Female Customer: “Haha, well, ‘You can’t sit with us!’ That’s great! You were okay. It was funny.”

Me: “Okay, good. Haha, I don’t know what it is, but when someone starts quoting ‘Mean Girls’ I just can’t stop. Like right now I suppressing the urge to ask you if you guys had ‘an awesome time drinking your awesome shooters’ with your awesome friends!”

(They lose it again and just start laughing.)

Female Customer: “Well, that’s it; I think you’re a bigger fan than I am!”

(They come up to pay the bill and my manager cashes them out.)

Me: “You guys have a great night!”

Them: “You, too!”

Me: “You go, Glenn Coco!”

(They left and my manager said that they told him they left me something at the table. I walked over and they had left me a note on a napkin with a $10 bill. The note said “On Wednesdays, we wear pink. :) Thank You!” This was truly one of the best customer experiences I’ve had. It was such a pleasure serving them. This encounter made my whole night and I’ve already told this story to a number of people who think it’s hilarious as well. Maybe it’s a “had to be there kind of thing” but I’ll never forget that couple.)

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Pale Potential Papa

, , , | Hopeless | February 21, 2017

I’d been at work almost 14 hours one day, and was pretty worn out. People tell me that I tend to turn rather pale when I’m tired.

I am on the road, and my wife calls me.

“Please don’t freak out, but I need you to pick up a pregnancy test. The one I used tonight said it was positive, but I want to make sure…”

I head to a local big box store, and find a multi-pack of tests, so I buy that one. My wife has wanted a baby for years, and I’m sure she’ll want to triple check.

By now I’m exhausted, but I am not stressed or upset.

I go to the cashier, and she rings up the tests, and we’re waiting for the credit card to process.

I haven’t said much to the cashier, and she seems too tired or bored to even notice me.

The cashier then glances up at my face and does a double take. She seems concerned when and stares at me for a few beats.

She suddenly looks at the bag that is holding the pregnancy tests, then back at me.

She hands me my receipt, and as fast as she can, grabs the bag with the tests, wraps the bag tightly around the box, then drops the bag into another bag trying to hide what’s inside.

When she goes to hand me the double-bagged tests, she decides to wrap the whole thing tightly back up again, and hands me everything as a tiny bundle.

I laugh a little, smile at her, and tell her I’m okay. She looks a bit sad and sheepish.

I then thank her and head home.

This was five years ago; it ended up being that the pregnancy wasn’t viable.

I still think of that cashier’s attempt at helping the quite, pale, stressed-out-looking man that I was that night, and it makes me smile…

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Pale Potential Papa

, , , | Hopeless | February 21, 2017

I’d been at work almost 14 hours one day, and was pretty worn out. People tell me that I tend to turn rather pale when I’m tired.

I am on the road, and my wife calls me.

“Please don’t freak out, but I need you to pick up a pregnancy test. The one I used tonight said it was positive, but I want to make sure…”

I head to a local big box store, and find a multi-pack of tests, so I buy that one. My wife has wanted a baby for years, and I’m sure she’ll want to triple check.

By now I’m exhausted, but I am not stressed or upset.

I go to the cashier, and she rings up the tests, and we’re waiting for the credit card to process.

I haven’t said much to the cashier, and she seems too tired or bored to even notice me.

The cashier then glances up at my face and does a double take. She seems concerned when and stares at me for a few beats.

She suddenly looks at the bag that is holding the pregnancy tests, then back at me.

She hands me my receipt, and as fast as she can, grabs the bag with the tests, wraps the bag tightly around the box, then drops the bag into another bag trying to hide what’s inside.

When she goes to hand me the double-bagged tests, she decides to wrap the whole thing tightly back up again, and hands me everything as a tiny bundle.

I laugh a little, smile at her, and tell her I’m okay. She looks a bit sad and sheepish.

I then thank her and head home.

This was five years ago; it ended up being that the pregnancy wasn’t viable.

I still think of that cashier’s attempt at helping the quite, pale, stressed-out-looking man that I was that night, and it makes me smile…

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