I Helped an Elderly Woman Pay for Her Medication – the Next Day, a Police Officer Showed Up and Asked for My Manager
I felt my face heat up again.
“I really didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” I said. “I wasn’t trying to make a thing out of it.”
“That’s kind of the point,” she said. “You weren’t trying to do anything for attention. You just did your job with compassion.”
She pulled out a folder.
“Corporate approved a promotion,” she said. “Shift lead. Comes with a raise. More responsibility, but… you’ve already been doing half of it anyway.”
I didn’t cry, but it was a close call.
I just stared at her.
“Because of five dollars?” I asked.
She smiled.
“Because of who you are,” she said. “The five dollars just made it obvious.”
I didn’t cry, but it was a close call.
I’ve had my fair share of bad customer encounters.
I walked back out onto the floor a little dazed.
Later that night, when things slowed down, I pulled the note back out of my pocket and read it again.
Thank you for seeing us when we needed it most.
I’ve had my fair share of bad customer encounters. People screaming about coupons. Someone throwing a bag of chips because a sale ended yesterday. A guy insisting I “look up” his ID because it was his birthday, and he wanted a discount.
The little girl who got her medicine.
Those moments stick with you.
But so do these.
The grandmother who squeezed my hand.
The little girl who got her medicine.
The cop who walked straight up to me and scared the life out of me before telling me “thank you.”
I can’t make medicine cheaper.
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