Category: At The Checkout

In Line For Hope For Humanity

| Provo, UT, USA | At The Checkout, Awesome

(I am in line with my 10-month-old son, who is behaving himself wonderfully. We are playing games in line while the couple in front of me were chatting with the cashier. My turn comes next and I watch the other couple hurry away.)

Cashier: “Here.”

(She then hands me some money.)

Cashier: “The couple in front wanted you to have this.”

Me: “Wow, thanks.”

Cashier: “Wait, you didn’t know them?”

Me: “No. Never met them before in my life.”

Customer Behind Me: “Wish that would happen to me! It’s people like that that make me hopeful for the world, though.”

(By the time I ran out to find them they were gone. Thank you, random couple!)

Sweet Gesture

| UK | At The Checkout, Awesome

(I started volunteering at a charity shop a few months ago, partly to get work experience, partly to help out the community, and partly to help push myself in getting out of the house more and working past some anxieties. On only my second day, I’m scammed at the till. It was the method of handing money back and forth and trying to add little, cheap things to his purchase that utterly threw me, and I had not been told what to do. He only got away with £10 but it could have easily been more. My supervisor was totally fine with it, talked me through what to do the next time, and I wasn’t in any trouble. However, internally I was beating myself up, thinking some not very nice thoughts about myself, feeling ashamed and violated that someone did that to me. Naturally I’m a trusting individual who, possibly naively, believes the best about people. Another man comes in, an elderly gentleman who at first seems fine. As he approaches the counter, he starts looking about shiftily, glancing around at other customers and looking to see where my supervisor is.)

Me: *thinking* “Oh, great, another one.”

(The customer approaches the counter with a few pounds worth of goods. As he’s paying, he dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out… some boiled sweets. He looks about again then pushes the sweets across to me.)

Customer: “You’re new, aren’t you? Here you go, love! Don’t let them see!”

Me: “Oh! Thank you very much.” *bemused, I accept the sweets and pocket them*

Customer: *winks, taps his nose, and scurries out of the shop as if he’s going to be in trouble*

(I later asked my supervisor about him; this gentleman is a regular and always sneaks sweets in as though he’s not allowed to do so. Every time I’ve been working since then, if he’s come in he has shuffled over to give me some sweets and asked how I was getting on with work, if I was enjoying it, and that he hoped I was having a good day. If he doesn’t have sweets that day, he’s so apologetic and I have to keep telling him it’s fine and that I appreciate his conversation just as much! I’ve since stopped caring about the scamming instance, thanks to this kind soul and the other regulars who all make an effort to stop and chat to me.)

Souped Up Kindness

| USA | At The Checkout, Awesome, Employees, Food & Drink

(I’m a university student struggling through my busiest day of the week on little sleep when I decide to get some lunch. I stop at a cafe on campus, planning on getting some soup since it’s cold outside.)

Cafe Worker: “I’m afraid we’re out of soup today.”

Me: “Oh, um, I guess I’ll have [sandwich], then.”

(I go to pay and realize I don’t have very much money on me, which adds to my already growing stress levels.)

Me: *exhausted and near tears* “I’m so sorry; I was only planning on getting soup so I’m short money for the sandwich. I can run back to my dorm; I think I have time.”

Cafe Worker: *shakes head and smiles* “So that’s one small soup. Your total is [total]. Have a great day.”

(I’ve since graduated but I haven’t forgotten the small act of kindness that helped an exhausted and very stressed out student get through the rest of that day.)

Love Giving Lovingly

| Tampa, FL, USA | At The Checkout, Awesome, Employees

(I’m standing in line at a fast food place known for their gyros, frowning at some work stuff on my phone. The young woman (probably early 20s) who is running the register is cool and fairly tough looking. She has lots of tattoos and piercings, and a no-nonsense demeanor. I place my order with her, a to-go with lunch for myself and my husband, and she waves my card away.)

Cashier: “I got you, mami. I’m buying for you. You look like you’re having a bad day, so lunch is on me, and you take it easy, okay?”

Me: “What? Really? Oh! I’m not having a bad day, haha, just some crazy work stuff. Thank you, but you don’t have to do that.”

Cashier: “Nah. I always say, if you got love, then you give, and I got lots of love, so I choose to give to you. You seem real nice, honey. Just pay it forward to another stranger some time and keep the love going, okay?”

(I thank her repeatedly, and find a $20 bill in my purse to give to her to put towards the next orders. When my food was ready, the manager actually brought me my food and told me I was a “good girl”, and had given me a bunch of extra sides in addition to gyros full to bursting. I made sure to brag on his cashier for being so awesome, and he looked so proud. The whole experience was a bright spot in my week, especially during the busy holiday season.)

Kindness On Their Dime

| PA, USA | At The Checkout, Kind Strangers, Money

I’m in line at the dollar store, a basket full of about a dozen items. I’ve had a long day and just want to get home. There’s only one checkout lane open, and the customer in front of me asks for a few balloons that they sell and inflate there. I’m thinking, great, it’s going to take forever for the checkout person to do them. However, the customer checking out notices the line behind her and says to the checkout person to take care of me first.

I thank her, but the checkout person goes into awesome mode, simultaneously blowing up the woman’s balloons and checking out my items.

As she tells me the total, $10.12, I groan, as I’ve only got a couple of $1s and $20s and a couple of pennies. I hand her the $20, apologizing that I don’t have exact change.

Around here, the dollar stores request smaller bills, as they get inundated with $20s and can’t make proper change sometimes.

I then tell her I only had a couple of pennies, when I thought I’d had more change, and apologize again.

Then, to my surprise, the person behind me places 12 cents on the counter. And a few seconds later, the woman in front of me who was waiting for her balloons to be inflated handed me a dime.

I was weirdly flustered because I’d never been in a situation where strangers are just handing me money.

To make it fair, I went ahead and took the woman’s dime and gave the 12 cents back to the man behind me, and thanked them both profusely.

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