(I began losing my voice during my shift and got sent home early when I started to run a fever. The next day I call out of work, but I have no voice and my work doesn’t have email.)

Manager: “Thank you for calling [Fast Food Place]. How can I help you?”

Me: *tries to speak*

Manager: “…Hello?”

Me: *croaking noises*

Manager: “I’m sorry, I can’t— Wait, [My Name]? Is this you?”

Me: *coughing fit*

Manager: “Press a button if this is [My Name].”

Me: *beeeep*

Manager: “Press two buttons if you can’t come in to work tonight.”

Me: *beeeep beeeep*

Manager: *laughing* “Okay, we’ll figure it out. Feel better.”

(Two days later I’m well enough to go back to work.)

Manager: “Hey, [My Name]!

Me: “Hey, boss!”

Manager: “…beep!”

(From then on, whenever someone called out of work, my manager would beep at them before she hung up.)

(I’m at an anime convention, and go to a fast food place down the road from the hotel. There’s also a big biker’s event nearby, and the building is crowded with rather intimidating men. As I have my cosplay on still, I fear harassment. While waiting for a table, one of the bikers comes up to me.)

Biker: “Hey, I love your outfit. Did you make that yourself?”

Me: “Uh… Yeah… Thanks…”

Biker: “Do you mind if I take a picture?”

Me: “Oh, not at all. Go ahead!”

(He takes a quick picture, then goes back to his table. Later, I ask my waitress for my bill, and she shakes her head.)

Waitress: “Someone else paid for your meal. And he said to give you this.”

(She hands me a note.)

Note: “Thank you for letting me take a picture of your cosplay. My son is home with cancer, and loves [Anime]. I sent him the picture, and he’s smiled for the first time since he got sick. Thank you.”

(I almost started crying. I didn’t see the man after that.)

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(At the restaurant I work at all of the employees names are written on a wall. A little girl around the age of six and her dad walk in. While waiting for their food she is reading the names out loud and spots the name Jesus.)

Girl: “Daddy, look, they have Jesus working here! That’s so awesome. Now we don’t have to pray before this meal!”

(Jesus got a chuckle out of this as the dad quickly explained it is a name pronounced ‘hey-Zeus.’)

(I am ordering food through the drive-thru:)

Carhop: “Here’s your hot fudge sundae. Sorry, it’s a bit melted.”

Me: “That’s fine.”

Carhop: “And here’s your molten cake sundae. Sorry, it’s a bit melted as well.”

Me: “Well, it’s got hot fudge.”

Carhop: “Yeah, but people complain a lot that the ice cream doesn’t look a certain way.”

Me: *sarcastically* “How dare you mix hot and cold because I ordered it!”

(We have recently gotten a new dessert: a pop tart ice cream sandwich. We are supposed to suggest it at the end of the order.)

Coworker: “Will that be everything today?”

Customer: “Yes.”

Coworker: “Would you like an apple pie or our new poop tart— pop tart ice cream sandwich?”