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Thanks For Bugging Me

, , , , , | Related | March 28, 2022

I have just finished hanging out with my sister and am heading home. On one of the busiest streets in our town — four lanes each way and major traffic — my dashboard lights flash twice and then my entire car dies. I’m in the middle lane and I’m driving a VW bug, so I’m instantly terrified that someone will hit me.

I turn on the hazards and start to call AAA and let them know that I’m sitting in the middle of the road and need help. They tell me that they will have someone to me within an hour and I should get out of the car in case it gets hit.

I hang up and think I should do that since everyone is racing past, not stopping at all, until this huge lifted truck pulls up behind me. The driver hops out; he is dressed in camo from head to toe and just huge. When I open my door (because the window won’t work) he asks if I need help. I tell him I’ve got AAA coming but it will be like an hour.

He shrugs, whistles, and gets his three sons out of the truck.

Driver: “Well, we don’t want you to wait that long — it’s not safe — so we’ll just get you out of the way of traffic, okay?”

Before I could answer, he had his sons around my car, and then he walked back to the truck. They pushed me into the shopping center parking lot (with the truck blocking the traffic) and then stayed with me until AAA could get there.

They were on their way out of town, and they stopped and did what no one else would do, and to this day, years later, it still makes me smile.

That’s Worth Way More Than A Dollar!

, , , , , , , | Learning | March 28, 2022

I’m a junior in a senior-level math class. Our teacher is this hilarious man in his early seventies who loves his job but hates the “bureaucracy” for getting involved in everything. Students love him because he speaks up for them. One of the things he does is give every student who turns eighteen during the school year a dollar to buy their first lottery ticket. We are a couple of weeks away from finals. He’s talking about how he enjoyed teaching us this year.

Teacher: “…and I gave out a lot of money to you kids to buy lottery tickets. I feel like I’m missing someone, though. Whose eighteenth birthday hasn’t happened yet?”

I raise my hand.

Teacher: “[My Name]! So, you’re a summer kid, huh?”

Me: “Yep!”

Teacher: “When do you turn eighteen?”

Me: “[Month and Day]—”

Teacher: “Oh, right around the corner!”

Me: “—of next year.”

He cackles with laughter.

Teacher: “I forgot I had a junior this year!”

Me: “Do I still get $1?”

Teacher: “Nope. Nice try, though.”

Fast forward to the day of the final exam. When each person is done, he grades the exam in front of them and calculates their final average. I have finished. I walk up to his desk and he reads through my exam, making corrections occasionally. An 80 to 89 is a B and a 90 or higher is an A, and he never rounds up.

Teacher: “Okay, [My Name], you got an 85 on the exam, which takes your semester average to…”

He scribbles in the grade book.

Teacher: “…89.5.”

This particular class was HARD, so I’m perfectly fine with a B!

Me: “Sounds good to me!”

He stares at the grade book for a minute, then erases the grade and enters something else.

Teacher: “90.”

I stare at him in surprise.

Me: “What?!”

Teacher: “You were the only junior in a very difficult senior-level class, and you worked hard all year. You deserve it.”

Me: “Wow! Thank you!”

Teacher: “You’re still not getting your dollar. But you do get the A.”

He shook my hand and I exited, still in shock. He retired soon after.

Take The Time And Be Extra Kind

, , , , , , | Right | CREDIT: Zzyzx_the_Summoner | March 25, 2022

I’m from south Louisiana. I’m sure people know about “Southern Hospitality,” but south Louisiana cranks this up to eleven.

I left Baton Rouge and moved to another state for a teaching gig. It was a Sunday, and I had to run to the grocery store to get a few things. Sunday was a big shopping day, and the place was packed with long lines waiting to check out.

I walked to the closest line with my few groceries in my arms. This was before the prominence of self-checkouts, so no matter how much or how little you bought, there was going to be a wait. It’s just how things were. No biggie.

The lady in front of me had to be in her eighties and not more than ninety-five pounds. Her buggy was absolutely filled to the top. The people in front of her were almost done checking out when I saw her struggling to pick up a bag of frozen chicken to place on the conveyor. She struggled again with another item… and another… and another.

The cashier started ringing her up and simply stared at her with impatience while this poor old woman struggled with removing items from her buggy.

I looked around and everyone was sighing with annoyance and impatience. The bagger, the cashier, the people behind me… Seriously?

I put my items down on a nearby drink refrigerator.

Me: “Ma’am, do you need any help?”

With brightness and joy in her eyes, she answered:

Lady: “Please.”

I unloaded her buggy onto the conveyor and placed the bagged groceries back in as the bagger handed them to me. I was finished in no time, smiled at the lady, picked my items back up, and got back in line behind her.

She paused for a moment. Evidently, she had been so flustered with trying to place her groceries on the conveyor that she had never noticed me behind her.

Lady: “Wait… You don’t work here?”

Me: “No, ma’am. Just thought you might appreciate a little help.”

She then gave me the biggest hug, and with tears in her eyes, she said:

Lady: “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Me: *Smiling* “You’re welcome.”

I followed her out to her vehicle and helped her load everything.

She thanked me again and told me she dreaded going to the grocery store because it was so difficult for her, and people were always getting frustrated with her when it came to checking out.

I shook my head.

Me: *Shaking my head* “That is sad. I’m sorry about that. Back home, stuff like that doesn’t happen. If someone needs help, we help them.”

She started to tear up again, hugged me, and thanked me again. I told her to have a nice day and headed back to my truck.

Donut Worry About It!

, , , , | Right | March 25, 2022

I work in a small boutique across from a donut store, and so I end up going there frequently. One day, my card isn’t going through for whatever reason, and we’ve tried their other machine, my phone, etc., unsure of whose end is acting up. I’ve made peace that I won’t be getting my donut/coffee combo for the morning. The two women there this morning have been so nice, regardless.

Me: “Well, doesn’t seem to be working. I’m so sorry for bothering you, but don’t worry about it!”

Woman #1: “Oh, we’ve already started making the coffee anyhow, so don’t worry about paying.”

Me: “I’ll pay you both back tomorrow.”

[Woman #1] slides the donut box toward me.

Woman #2: “Don’t stress. Seriously. You’re right across from us, right? We’re practically neighbours!

I nearly cried, to be honest, but here I am, sipping my drink and eating a donut.

Chicken Sandwiches From Heaven

, , , , | Right | March 23, 2022

Around 2006, I was travelling around Ireland on a budget. I was not earning much then and got really good at budgeting. I joined a local tour so the whole tour was already taken care of; I just had to bring extra for some meals, transport, and souvenirs.

At the end of the one-week tour, I was back in Dublin and going to the airport for my flight back to London. I realized that I had forgotten to set aside the €5 for the bus from Dublin to the airport. I emptied all that I had, and after setting aside that amount, I was left with about €1.37.

I had a night flight, so I did have to get dinner. I tried walking around Dublin, going into convenience shops, small shops, etc., trying to even find a sandwich to just fill the stomach. I couldn’t find any, as even the cheapest one was a few cents too much.

I decided to take the bus to the airport first as maybe, without tax, things might be cheaper there. After checking in and checking on the gate, I had a lot of time and I decided to try the airport’s [Fast Food Chain]. I wanted just a chicken burger or small thing, just to fill the stomach. I soon realized I was still a little short. I was trying to look at the menu and prices in front of the counter and trying to count my money when the teen working at the counter asked:

Employee: “What is it that you wanted?”

Me: “I don’t have enough so I’m not getting anything.”

Employee: *Emphasizing* “What would you like to get?”

Me: “Just a chicken burger.”

Employee: “How much do you have?”

Me: “€1.37.”

Employee: “No problem.”

With that, he walked away. He came back with a tray holding a chicken meal!

Me: “I can’t afford that. Just the burger will be enough.”

Employee: “It’s okay, just give me what you have.”

I gave him all that I had and thanked him profusely. He just waved me away with a smile and told me to enjoy my meal. I was so grateful that I ate with tears in my eyes. I was not destitute or homeless — in fact, I was travelling for leisure — but I had to accept the graciousness from a teenager. I felt so guilty. After I was done with the meal, I specially went to the counter to thank him again. He behaved as though it was nothing.

I’m so grateful after this incident that I’ve tried to show kindness and graciousness to whoever may seem like they need it. I never forgot about that incident even though it has been so many years. Thank you, angel boy!