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.)

Just What The Doctor Ordered

| Finland | Books & Reading

(I was reading a collection of Doctor Who short stories, which I’d borrowed from the library. Between the pages I found a little hand-written note, which said:)

Note In Book: “I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important. You’re special. Never forget that.”

(On the other side it was signed “-D”. It really cheered me up at a difficult time. Of course, I’m putting the note back when I return the book.)

Put Them Back In Their Place

| Montreal, QC, Canada | Awesome, Musical Mayhem, Transportation

It is some years ago. I am in the metro and it is semi-late evening. I start to hear the beat to a famous, easy to recognize song. A beautiful gothic girl is doing the stomp-stomp-clap, and then a few persons around her join in. The goth-girl sings “We will rock you” from the song, and is joined again by more and more people, doing the beat and singing. I surprise myself by doing same, too! The whole train car is now loudly rocking “We Will Rock You.”

The goth-girl stands up, making everyone stand happily with her: We Will, We Will Rock You! stomp-stomp-clap, stomp-stomp-clap.

Then she walks toward a corner. I notice there are about four or five guys surrounding a young looking female, quite uncomfortable, and scared. The goth-girl’s eyes are dead-locked on those guys and gathering the crowd with her. I think it is some cool staged flash mob and tag along, keeping the beat and singing with everyone else. The goth-girl goes close enough to split apart the guys and motion to the cornered girl to come closer to her and push her behind her back. The guys look unsure about what to do and nervous faced by about 40-50 people. She then jumps into the song again:

Buddy, you’re an old man, poor man. Pleadin’ with your eyes, gonna make you some peace some day. You got mud on your face. Big disgrace. Somebody better put you back into your place!

She did not sing as much as talked it, but it was charismatic and intimidating. She waves the pumped up crowd into two more: We will rock you!

We reach a station and the guys slowly back outside the train.

The girl turn to us, smiles, and claps: “Thank you everyone! You were all amazing.”

We all cheer and return to our places in a light mood. That’s when I realized no one was filming this. The goth-girl just spotted a girl who was cornered and scared by suspicious guys and made the whole place act on it! Thank you, miss, for not closing your eyes on the situation and opening ours. Best save ever.

Deploying The Tea Service

| TX, USA | Awesome, Military

(My brother is deployed and is suffering withdrawals from a particular flavored tea and asked us to send him some, which could cost us upwards of $60-80. I call the company for shipping advice even though I hate phone calls.)

Me: “Hi. I’m not sure if you know the answer, but my brother is deployed and I was wondering the best way to send two cases of flavored tea to his address.”

Rep: “Okay, I can look that up for you. What kind would he like?”

Me: “They only have the juices, so any of the flavored teas that aren’t diet would be what he wants.”

Rep: “Okay, what’s his address?”

Me: *gives address*

Rep: “Okay, this should ship in a week or so.”

Me: “Do you need a card for payment or something?”

Rep: “No, this is something we do for our service members to thank them for their service.”

Me: “Really?! Thank you! ”

Rep: “No, thank you for your family’s sacrifice!”

(They saved us money and totally made my brother’s day!)

No End(erman) Of Kindness In Sight

| Gainesville, FL, USA | Adorable Children, Games

(I am at a small table set up inside the store, trying to get people to sign up for our company’s credit card. A father and his son, who is no older than seven, walks up. One of my coworkers is next to me and asks the little boy about his shirt.)

Coworker: “Do you play Minecraft?” *pointing to his Minecraft shirt*

Boy: *shyly nods*

(I happened to purchase one of the Minecraft blind boxes earlier and had the small toy at the table with me.)

Me: *shows him the cow toy* “I like Minecraft, too!”

Parent: “Oh, look, [Kid]! She likes Minecraft, too. We’ve been buying those boxes, too.”

Me: “Yeah, they’re really cute. I’m trying to get the Enderman.”

Parent: “You know they have codes on them, right?”

Me: “Really? That’s awesome. I have to look them up!”

Parent: “Yeah, well, have a good day!”

Me: “You too!”

(The two leave to find his wife and shop around the store. I push the encounter to the back of my mind as I am doing my job. About 30 minutes later, the kid comes back with one of the small Minecraft boxes in his hand. He shyly hands it to me.)

Me: “Oh, did you get another one?”

Parent: “It’s the Enderman one. He wanted to give it to you just in case you still wanted it.”

Me: *overwhelmed with happiness because he was nice enough to find it and bring it to me* “Oh, my gosh, thank you so much!”

(I thanked both the parents and the little boy. That little boy doesn’t know how much he made my day.)