Paying It Forward Is Auto

, | Cottonwood, AZ, USA | Hopeless | September 25, 2016

I am unemployed and have to do a car repair. I am forced to use my tax refund from the previous year’s return to pay for it.

I go to pay for the bill, and get told from the shop manager that I owe nothing and to have a nice day!

After looking at him for a moment of sheer panic of being punked, I realize he’s serious!

Seems that someone had paid for the nearly $500 of work, asking only that I pay it forward as I can, even if it’s just with my time. I could never get the name of the angel who paid for my car repair, though I’ve done what I can with what I do have, including paying it forward as much as I can, even if it’s just spending my time for a cause or with someone who needs me.

That act restored my faith in people doing for others and not wanting anything back! I try to do that when I can as well; it’s additive as it’s uplifting when you can do it!

Tour Cried

, , , | Bucharest, Romania | Right | September 23, 2016

In order to visit the Presidential Palace (former Royal Palace), you need to make a reservation at least two days earlier. My mother and I arrive on time and wait for the tour to start when an American family of three women and four children, all related, arrive. The first sign that this is going to be fun is that, despite the receptionist telling them about the rule, they make a scene about having traveled from far, wanting to visit, etc. The tour guide decides to bend the rules for the kids and agrees to take them on. Meanwhile, the children practically pick the Reception Hall apart. Since the museum is inside a functioning Government building, you are not permitted to leave the tour without announcing to the guide and waiting for an escort.

Kid #1, around 14 years old, the first chance she gets, takes her shoes off, lies down on the floor, and reads her book. Throughout the whole tour, not once did she look at the building or listen to the guide. But, hey. At least she was quiet, I guess. Still, would she have been allowed to do the same in the White House?

Kids #2 and #3, aged between eight and ten, make a point of touching every single item labeled with a “do not touch” sign.

And my personal favourite, Kid #4. The sweet little darling is about three, obviously way too young for a 100 minute-long tour. She is running around like crazy, getting behind the cordons, climbing up on the delicate historical furniture, while not a single adult from her family, including her own mother, pays ANY attention to her. After the tour guide pleads with the accompanying adults for the hundredth time, the little hellspawn’s mother drops this pearl, saying that Kid #4 doesn’t listen to her and that the kid will just scream if she tells the kid anything, so YOU do something about the kid. She then questioned why should she leave the tour when she paid for it?!

The poor guide, and every other visitor in our group — also paying customers — had to put up with an increasingly hysterical toddler and her entire entitled entourage for the rest of the visit, except the Royal Church. By that time, our guide had finally had enough and forbade them from entering. We asked her if we’d be allowed to buy her a drink on us after all the ordeal.

An Imaginative Excuse

, | ND,  USA | Learning | September 19, 2016

I am in first grade art class, my favorite. I sit down with my circle of friends at the table and we find envelopes. They end up being full of little weird shapes with triangles and octagons and it is super weird.

The art teacher says we are young and need to try to use the creativity we have. I am very bad at math but great at art and I set to work with my glue stick and all, and make a village with my weird shapes. Most just did small objects that were simple like balls and trees. I made a village with trees and a sun.

Later my mom was called in for me being “too imaginative” and to have me step back because I was making the other kids feel bad with having such special skills.

Your Shift Is Bigger, Longer, And Uncut

, | Austin, TX, USA | Right | September 17, 2016

The ‘South Park’ movie has just come out in theaters, including the theater where I am working. There is no single, key, specific bad customer here; just countless under-age kids trying to sneak in, to the point where corporate office sent a notation that all theaters must post someone inside the door for every showing.

I am the youngest employee, and in fact, one of the only ones who is not old enough to be a parent or grandparent.

As everyone else on the staff actively dislikes South Park, three guesses as to who gets stationed to stand just inside the entry to that theater, day after day, eight hour shift after eight hour shift.

Without meaning to, I have memorized much of the d*** film and can quote dialogue verbatim. Kind of ruined the show for me, and set me on the path of hating bratty, entitled customers. I also heard of a guy at another theater doing the same job who got maced for not letting a middle-school kid into the movie when she tried to sneak in.

All Dolled Up For Christmas

, , | Sylmar, CA, USA | Hopeless | September 13, 2016

I get a pre-Christmas package from my father. He is working with a doll-making company on their business and sends me four dolls in case I know a child who needed one. Since not everyone I work with has a steady job, I appreciate it.

Two days later, I am visiting one such person. My coworker and I discover that her husband has just died and all Christmas savings will have to pay for his funeral and medical bills instead of presents. This is especially hard because she is the one supporting her daughter and granddaughter, so there is little chance that they’d have any gifts to give each other.

We immediately decide to change that. With the monthly allowance we use for groceries and personal items, we go looking for gifts for all three women. The last thing we put in the Christmas package is one of the dolls that Dad sent me “just in case.”

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