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An Extra Chip On The Old Block

, , , | Hopeless | August 13, 2016

(I’m at the end of a particularly long and draining two days. I’d had a 19 hour, fly-in fly-out interstate trip the day before, had planned on sleeping until I had classes in the afternoon, but had been called into work. It’s now 9 pm and I decide I’m not cooking and stop past a relatively quiet drive-thru for some dinner.  I place my order and make small talk with the server as I’m paying.)

Server: “That’ll be [amount].” *takes my card* “Hey, you look pretty tired. Are you all right?”

(It sounds like something that could’ve been rude, but he said it with concern.)

Me: “Yeah, mate, I probably look half as tired as I feel.”

(We complete the payment and I think nothing of it. I’m waiting for the food for a few minutes, and the server comes and hands me the food and leans out the window.)

Server: “Sorry it took so long. I had them do you up a fresh batch of chips. And just be careful; I gave you a bit extra, so the box isn’t shut properly in there.”

(I thanked him as best as I could in my tired state. It wasn’t much but it made my whole day.)

You’re The Poolest

, , , | Right | August 7, 2016

(I am working a particular evening and have a large group staying for a funeral the next day. One of the moms asks about the waterslide, which doesn’t typically run at this particular time.)

Me: “Oh, it’s usually just on [during specific hours], not [this particular evening].”

Guest: “Oh, okay.”

Me: “But sometimes we’ll turn it on for a little while, if we have time. I might have time in a little while. How long do you think you’ll be using the pool?”

Guest: “Probably an hour?”

Me: *pauses for a second to think* “You know what? Why don’t I grab the keys and turn it on now for a little while. But if I get any phone calls or anything I’ll have to pause the slide, all right?”

(I do technically have things to do, but I figure I can postpone them for a half hour or so to give the kids something fun to do.)

Guest: “Thank you! I’ll go let the other kids know.”

(I head to the pool and turn on the slide and let the kids know to go single file, etc. The moms stick near the slide to watch their kids and I go sit down for a little while. About thirty minutes later…)

Guest: “Why don’t we go give the kids a ten minute warning, okay?”

Me: “Sure, that’ll work.”

(The phone has been quiet, and no one has paged me to the front desk yet, so I figure another few minutes won’t hurt. At this point it is only a few of the many kids using the slide anyway. Ten minutes later they tell the kids it’s their last turn on the slide, and I close the gate. As I am walking away to turn off the slide, this happens.)

Guest: “Here’s a tip for doing this for us!”

(She proceeded to hand me some money as the other mothers and a few of the kids thanked me as well. What they gave me amounted to almost double what I had earned in an hour on the clock, and is the second or third tip I’ve received in three years at this job. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, I remember and am grateful. It may end up going toward some car repairs, so good timing, ladies!)

Not Gonna Quit On One Last Act Of Kindness

, , , | Hopeless | August 3, 2016

(This happened when I was in middle school, on a road trip. After eating my meal (parents paid for), I scrounge for enough of my own pocket money to order my favorite desert.)

Me: “One small [Ice Cream Dessert], please.”

Cashier: “Okay, coming right up.”

(As he walks away to prep the dessert, I awkwardly stand there with my money waiting for the total.)

Cashier: “Here ya go, bud!” *hands me dessert*

Me: “Um, but, how much?”

Cashier: “Don’t worry about it.”

Me: “Um, uh, okay, I guess.” *awkwardly walks away*

(A few minutes later:)

Cashier: *to coworkers* “Peace out. I quit!”

(He took off his apron and walked out. It made me so happy that I remember it decades later. Way to go out in style while making a kid’s day, awesome worker dude!)

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Put Your Hands Up For Detroit

, , , , | 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

, , , | 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!)