Adorable Children

That Five Bucks Is Priceless

| ON, Canada | Adorable Children

(I work in a very small grocery store. We have regulars, and many people from the reserve just out of town come shopping there too. They’re usually fairly quiet and keep to themselves. Today a cheery older man from the reserve came in to buy some snacks and something quick for dinner. He’s always like that, probably the most talkative customer from the reserve. He’s always got something to talk about and he’s very nice. Behind me, my coworker is ringing through a very young boy and his dad. I finish bagging the older man’s groceries, and this happens…)

Older Man: *paying in cash* “Here you go!” *accidentally drops $5 on the floor*

Boy: *picks it up and goes to hand it to him*

Older Man: *smiling* “No, finders keepers, right? It’s yours.”

Boy: “Really?”

(At this point the boy looks shocked and excited.)

Older Man: “Yes, sir!”

Boy: *runs to his dad* “Daddy! Daddy! Look!” *showing the $5 to his dad*

Boy’s Dad: *looks at the older man and smiles* Wow! $5! What are you gonna buy with that?”

Older Man: *nods at boy’s dad, grabs his groceries, and leaves, smiling the whole time*

When Not Always Right Becomes Not Always Hopeless

| USA | Family & Kids, Food & Drink

(My mom hates any service people, even though she claims she doesn’t. She’s always going to stores and making big scenes whether or not she gets her way. We go to a grocery store and she orders some meat. I’m already cringing because the butcher looks exactly the type that she hates. He gives her her wrapped meat and she pays for it.)

Mom: *taking out a dollar* “And here’s a tip. Go get yourself a cup of coffee, my friend.”

Butcher: *nods in thanks and takes money*

Me: *jaw-drop*

A Little Christmas Kindness

| PA, USA | Holidays

(I’m a cashier at a grocery store. It is Christmas Eve.)

Me: “Hi, how are you?”

Customer: “I’m fine; how are you?”

Me: “Awesome. Your total comes to $30.01 please.”

(While she is getting out a credit card, a man approaches me from behind, hands me forty dollars and says:)

Man: “Here. I’d like to pay for this woman’s groceries.”

Me: “Are you sure?”

Man: “Yes.”

Me: “Thank you so much! Ten dollars is your change.”

Customer: “Okay, here’s my card.”

Me: “Ma’am, a gentleman just came up and paid for your bill!”

Customer: *begins to cry* “There are still good people in this world!”

Feeling Plush This Christmas

| Marion, VA, USA | Holidays

(I work a part-time job as a bagger at a grocery store and have recently moved into an apartment that I don’t quite make enough money to afford without using my savings. It’s my first time living alone and it has been very stressful. On top of that, the second job I applied to and was pinning my hopes on just contacted me to tell me I didn’t get the position. All told, I was having a bad day and feeling very down. Then two events happened during the same shift.)

(First Event:)

Me: *bagging groceries for an older lady, noticing a small snowman plushy* “Oh, he’s just so cute!”

Older Lady: “Isn’t he?”

(I continue to bag, playing a little with the very soft plushy the whole time. When it comes time to finish and bag the toy, I ask the lady a question.)

Me: “He’s just so adorable! I want to get one. Where were they located?”

Older Lady: “I got the last one. Here, I’ll give him to you as a Christmas present; you can have him. I only got him because I thought he was cute.”

(I protest, saying that I can’t do that to her, but she insists. Eventually, I accept, a bit overwhelmed that a stranger would give me a Christmas gift like this, on a day I am feeling so down.)

Old Lady: “Merry Christmas!”

Me: “Thank you! Merry Christmas!”

(Second Event:)

(I am called up to the front office by a manager and told that the head cashier, the boss of the front end, needs me for something in the computer room, the enclosed room where the money is counted, among other things. I go, expecting to be given a task. The lights are off in the room and my boss is there with another manager.)

Me: “I was told you wanted me for something?”

Boss: “Yes, that’s right. I have something for you. Merry Christmas!” *gestures*

(I look, and there is a miniature artificial Christmas tree, decorated and lighted up, sitting on the counter.)

Boss: “Now your apartment will have a tree!”

(Much hugging and thanking ensued. I’m truly blessed and amazed with my work family.)

Not So Random Acts Of Kindness

| Liberty, NY, USA | At The Checkout, Awesome, Food & Drink, Non-Dialogue

I am a young (21-year-old, married) mother of the most adorable seven-month-old baby girl. I recently found out that I am pregnant again and am feeling pretty miserable. In addition, my husband left on a business trip the week before and got delayed for another two days, adding up to almost two weeks. So, all in all, I am not a very happy camper.

Since my husband has the car, Baby and I joined my parents at a trip to [Large Grocery Chain]. As we are leaving I realize that I have forgotten to pay for a couple of baby items, so I go back to the cashier that served me and explain the situation. Since she is already serving the white-haired gentleman behind me, I step aside to wait until they are done.

The gentleman takes my items from the bagging area, has the cashier swipe them and hands them to me. I am so surprised that I sort of squeak out a thank you and just stare. My mom immediately protests and pulls out cash to repay him. He looks at her, smiles and says, “Haven’t you heard of random acts of kindness?”

His random act of kindness really meant a lot more to this random young woman than he can ever imagine.

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