(I am working as a cashier and an elderly lady comes in through my line.)
Old Lady: "Honey, you are always so nice to everybody. I bet no one ever does anything for you!"
Me: "Thank you! But that’s not true."
(I put the groceries in the cart for her, but she still stands by my register.)
Me: "Did you need anything else?"
Old Lady: "Here, you just take this as a lil’ thank-you from me!"
(She thrusts a couple of dollars at me. Mind you, there are cameras at every register and we aren’t allowed to take tips.)
Me: "I’m sorry, ma’am, but I can’t accept that. We don’t take tips."
Old Lady: "Take it, please!"
Me: "No, I really–"
Old Lady: "TAKE IT!"
(She then opens up my work shirt, puts the money inside, closes it, and pats my chest down.)
Old Lady: "Now you have a nice day!"
(There are guys from my college behind her and I’m red as a beet.)
One of the guys: "Heh heh, and how are you doin’?"