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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.

Just A Little Warm Fuzzy For Your Day

, , , , , | Right | CREDIT: ANONYMOUS BY REQUEST | March 13, 2022

I work in a very small shop that my husband and I run. A few weeks ago, we had a customer leave their credit card in my shop by accident. They phoned to check that it was there, but they had already left town by that point, so they asked us to send it to them.

We did, via registered post so we got confirmation of a signature, and we disguised it inside a parcel so that it wasn’t obvious what was being sent.

This morning, we got a parcel back. It contained a lovely handwritten thank-you note with a book from my favourite author, which had come up in conversation when they were in the shop.

Kindness Opens Doors And Generates Refunds

, , , , , , , , | Right | March 1, 2022

I work customer service for a small sales website that sells gifts, graphic T-shirts, and stuff like that. 

One of my favorite things is that, having been there for a couple of years, they trust my judgment; they know that I know a lot of loopholes and how to get the system to do what I want, even if it’s not supposed to be able to, and they allow me to do so at my own discretion. I had actually been forcing refunds unknowingly because I just happened upon how to do it a few months into my employment. I thought it was a normal part of the always-convoluted system until a coworker was complaining about not being able to do refunds himself and having to put tickets through to billing, instead. Thankfully, when I showed my manager how it worked and what I’d been doing, he just took notes on how for himself and told me to use the power wisely.

The point is that I can make a lot of exceptions, but only if I want to do so.

We’ve started working from home, so my partner and I are sharing an office. One day, I get a call from an irate customer. She failed to use the prepaid return label we gave her because she went to the wrong delivery company and got mad that they wouldn’t take the label. Instead of going to the correct company to ship it on us, she spent $8 to return it and demanded we refund her.

From most people’s knowledge and the company handbook, there is no physical way in the system to do this; we can only refund the item and shipping we took and cannot refund anything beyond what they paid. This is why we provide the labels and it’s made clear in multiple places, including the return form they get with their packing slip. The only exception is a code for a $5 courtesy refund that the system will accept.

However, it’s an old system, and there’s a way around most things, this included; it involves about ten extra steps and opening two instances of our system at once side by side, so it’s a bit of a pain, but I can get it done. But since it’s not supposed to work like that, and technically it’s against policy, I don’t do it often, mostly because I know it runs the risk of a customer demanding it later with a “But they did it for me before!” attitude.

That is exactly the sort of vibe this lady gives me. She is snippy from the get-go.

Lady: “I don’t see why they didn’t just take the label!”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but as it’s a [Delivery Company] label, it can only be scanned by [Delivery Company]’s system.”

Lady: “Well, you should have made it more obvious where the label was for!”

Me: “The labels do have the logo in the upper right, ma’am. I’m sorry if it was a little hard to notice.”

This is bull: the logo is about three inches wide and two inches tall, oversized specifically so that it’s easy to see.

It goes on for a while. I end up Googling her town out of curiosity while she rants, and I find that there’s only one location for the delivery company she tried to drop it at, and it’s less than a mile from one of the correct ones! I ask her if they made her aware of that when she dropped it off, but that just sends her into a spiel about how the workers for [Wrong Company] should have just accepted the label and taken it over to [Correct Company] for her. 

I offer her the $5 courtesy refund, but she keeps going over the remaining three dollars and change. By the time my call timer hits three minutes, she is swearing in general at the situation; I swear when frustrated, too, so I don’t mind it. When she turns it on me, though, I shut it down.

Me: “Ma’am, I understand your frustration, but as I’ve explained, there is nothing we can do. We gave you a prepaid label but you chose not to use it. I will not tolerate being cussed at and insulted. I’ve applied the $5 coupon to your account. Have a good day.”

And I hang up. 

My partner doesn’t work with people, so they are pretty shocked; the second half of the conversation was loud enough for them to overhear both sides. I roll my eyes and tell them it’s normal.

A couple of weeks later, we’re both working again, and I get a call from another person. She sounds younger than the first, who was probably in her fifties; this woman sounds twenty-five to thirty at best guess.

Young Lady: “Hi. I’m calling because I returned an item from my order via [Different Company from label]. I didn’t realize it was the wrong place until I was already there, and I ended up just paying for it. Is there anything you can do?”

Me: “I’m sorry, but the reason we send the prepaid labels is that we cannot refund outside shipping charges; the system won’t allow it.”

My partner catches my eye and gives me a sort of, “Oh, s***, again?” look as we both brace for anger.

Young Lady: “Okay, I kind of figured as much. Thanks, anyway!”

After a breath of surprise, I say: 

Me: “Oh, you know what, one moment. Can you tell me how much it was for?”

Young Lady: “Oh, uh… It was just ten dollars and seventeen cents. It’s fine.”

Me: “Do you mind holding while I talk to my supervisor? I’d like to see if I can do something for you.”

Young Lady: “Oh, yeah, sure!”

I put her on hold and, instead of calling my supervisor, take that moment to open a second system and work the loophole. I manage to refund her money.

Me: “Thank you for holding! I got permission to override the system; your refund has been issued! If you can, please take a photo or copy of your receipt and send it to [my email] for our records.”

Young Lady: “Really?! Thank you! I’ll take care of that now!”

She thanks me a few more times and we hang up.

Partner: “Wait, I thought you couldn’t refund external shipping?”

Me: “We’re not supposed to be able to, but I can.”

I explain the loopholes to him.

Partner: “So, wait, why didn’t you just do it for that lady last week? Wouldn’t it have been easier than being cussed out?”

Me: “Probably, but I don’t reward that kind of behavior. I only use loopholes for nice people; otherwise, it’s by the book, sorry, nothing I can do!”

If only more companies would let their employees do the same.

App-lying A Little Kindness

, , , , , | Right | February 28, 2022

I’m grocery shopping mostly on my own for the first time when the store app starts glitching. I struggle with it for a few minutes before the issue is solved. Right after using it to scan my next item, an employee restocking another product next to my cart drops them all over the floor, so I help him pick them up.

Employee: “Thank you.”

Me: “No problem.”

Employee: “No, seriously, thank you so much.”

Me: “Consider it your admission fee for watching me struggle with [App].”

Get This Interaction On Tape!

, , , , , , , | Right | February 24, 2022

When I am a young and penniless student, I attend summer language courses in Oxford, and on the weekends, we are driven to London and let loose in the city. I use these trips to take advantage of the huge discounts at the so-called “mad barking sale”, spending my yearly tape budget there.

It’s our last London weekend, our plane leaves tomorrow, and I’m at the desk with my new purchases, a return, and a defective case. As a theft prevention measure, the store only has empty cases on the shelves and cashiers fill them with the cassettes at the desk.

Me: “Hello. I’m buying these tapes…” *puts the empty cases on desk* “…and I’d like to return this one, as I bought two by mistake…” *puts a full case on desk* “…and I’d also like to have this case exchanged, as it has a hairline crack, if possible.

I put an empty case on the desk, as the cassette is in my Walkman, being played.

Cashier: “Sure, we can do that.”

We exchange some small talk as the cashier quickly goes through the operations of filling and changing cases and presents me with my purchases already in a bag and the total. I pay and thank her.

Me: “Hope to see you again next year!”

Cashier: “You, too. Have a safe journey!”

Once at home, I got a look at the bill and realised that the cashier had both deducted the price of the returned tape AND put it in the bag with the rest of my purchases, changed the cracked case and put a new cassette in it, and discounted a few items that weren’t on sale at that. Now I surely hoped to see that cashier again

The extra cassettes made two of my friends very happy, but when I went back to the music store the following year, the cashier did not work there anymore. Bummer.