Kind Gestures Create Lasting Memories

, , , , , | Working | February 11, 2021

I have been working at my store for fourteen years. I’ve seen new babies and children growing up, but sometimes I forget just how long I’ve been here.

One day, I am sitting in the breakroom and a bunch of new hires come in on break from their tour of the store. One of the teenagers comes over to me.

Teen: “Hey, [My Name]!”

I’m still wearing my nametag so I just assume that is how he knows my name. I smile at him.

Me: “Hey! Welcome to the store.”

Teen: “You probably don’t remember me, do you?”

Me: “Um… no… I’m sorry.”

Teen: *Grins* “I have been coming through your line since I was about five years old.”

And then I felt old! But I eventually did remember him. When he was five or so, he came in with his mom to buy groceries. He had this little toy horse that was on wheels that he could pull behind him. The mom was $1 short in order to get it and she told him he would have to put it back. He didn’t scream or throw a fit; he just looked heartbroken as he handed me the toy. I felt so bad that I gave her the $1 she needed in order to afford her groceries and the toy. Apparently, he never forgot. He’s still a super sweet guy.

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About To Be Rum-Punched Back To Reality

, , , , , , | Right | January 21, 2021

I’m standing in line at my local liquor store and see three young lads attempting to buy a carton of rum. 

Cashier: “I’m sorry, but I can’t sell this to you without seeing some form of ID.”

Customer #1: “Oh, yeah, sure.”

The customer hands over his license.

Cashier: “This says you’re only sixteen. I can’t sell you alcohol.”

Customer #1: “Oh, it’s just old. Can’t you accept it?”

Cashier: “Doesn’t matter how old it is; your birthday never changes.”

Customer #1: “All right, I got another way.”

He takes out his mobile phone and begins tapping, and then he holds it up to the cashier.

Customer #1: “See? It says you must be over eighteen to access this website. I hit this, and I’m in! I must be over eighteen!”

Cashier: “That doesn’t tell me your age. It just says to me that you know how to access an adult website. You need to leave now.”

The kids seemed really disappointed and left at that point.

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A Likely Story, Buddy Boy

, , , , , , , | Legal | January 16, 2021

I work in a big box store. As with many of these stores, we have a Loss Prevention Officer — someone in plain clothes, not a uniform, whose job it is to keep an eye out for theft and shoplifters.

One day, I am called upstairs to the manager’s room. Our LPO has caught a teenager attempting to steal several items, and, per store policy, they need an employee to sit with the LPO and the would-be thief while we await the police.

The young man is quite upset and is begging and pleading with the LPO to not call the police.

Young Man: “I’m a good kid ordinarily! This was just a momentary lapse in judgment! I’ve never done anything like this before, and I swear I never will again!”

The LPO and I both stare at him, unable to understand why he would even attempt this as a defense with the two items he attempted to steal lying on the table in front of him.

The items in question? A crowbar and bolt cutters.

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Karma Is Sweet And A Little Muddy

, , , , , , , | Friendly | December 28, 2020

I’m taking my dog for walks in the linear park — a former railway line — behind my house. Although I’m middle-aged, I have arthritis, so I walk with a cane.

As I’m walking, I see three teenage boys on bicycles coming towards me. And then, I can suddenly tell they’ve seen me, too. The atmosphere changes.

I call my dog over to me, stop walking, and stand to one side of the path. They speed up on their bikes and I can now hear them using ableist slurs between them. I brace for trouble.

As they pass, one of the boys sticks his leg out, aiming to catch my cane with it and send me tumbling.

There is a flaw in his plan. My walking stick is light and thin… because it’s made of reinforced carbon fibre. And I have my full weight bearing down on it.

His foot hits my cane and suddenly he and his bike are going in different directions. His bike smashes into a tree whilst he crashes to the ground, into a big muddy puddle.

Big brave boy on his bike about to knock over a “cripple” is now muddy and wet, and his bike is damaged. So he bursts into tears.

I burst into laughter, and then my dog and I walked home. I think even my dog was laughing at him.

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Merry Crimemas, Kid

, , , , , , | Legal | December 23, 2020

We used to live in a poorer area of the city. While it wasn’t the worst, we learned quickly what not to do to become a target or have our stuff stolen.

Even though we have moved, I’ve kept some of the mentality. My wife calls me paranoid, but I think there is no harm in being safe.

As such, at Christmas, we now put a wreath on the door, but I make sure to tie it to something on the inside with a few cords of strong ribbon.

Late one night, I hear a bang, swearing, and crying coming from outside.

I open the door to find my wreath, not on the hook, but hanging from the cord, and a teenager on the ground crying over his foot.

It’s clear what’s happened and I have zero sympathy.

Me: “That’s what you get from stealing from people.”

Teenager: *Sobbing* “You’re not going to tell my mum, are you?”

Me: “No, but the police will be here soon enough.”

He goes back to wailing and holding his foot. I call an ambulance and ask if an officer can attend. They arrive quickly and the policewoman talks to me about what happened.

Me: “Look, I don’t want him to get into any trouble, but perhaps he could be scared straight a bit.”

Policewoman: “We would have to look into it, but it would be hard to prove an offence had been committed unless there was some camera footage or witness testimony.”

Me: “Honestly, that’s fine. He looks like a wet blanket that just needs a lesson.”

After a while, the boy’s mother turned up. She was immediately on the defensive, but she was shut down quickly after the police told her that her son had admitted to trying to steal the wreath. I decided not to take it any further and they hobbled off into the night without a word.

I got a Christmas card through the door with an apology from the boy a few days later, something about a dare and how he wouldn’t do anything like that again. Hopefully, the lesson will last.

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