A refreshing story
So tonight at work the most wonderful thing happened. I was at the cash register, ringing in this lady for a tall coffee. Her little son was fiddling around with some of the chocolates and mints we keep in, and I wasn't really paying attention, but he was fine.
Triumphantly, the little boy goes, "Mommy, I found a quarter!" Apparently, there was quarter lodged behind the mints, and the boy had found it. The lady thanks me for the coffee and then turns to her son and jokingly says "So what are you going to do with that money, Zach?"
The little boy turns back to her smiling and says, "She needs a tip," and places the quarter into the cup next to me.
Everyday at Fanueil Hall I have to deal with shitty people in some capacity. I mean, customers (and I can be one of them, I admit), can be just inconsiderate and impatient. People don't seem to grasp the idea that I am just like them, instead I have this role while donning an apron that there is this hierarchy and I am somehow lower than them for serving them coffee. Business people and tourists who are on their long-awaited summer vacations can afford to have that hierarchy in place, to justify treated somone like crap. The other day some lady, no lie, told Jonas he had to remake her drink because she ordered it incorrectly while on her cell phone. What happened to justify that? A false sense of this high-and-mighty placement of things.
It is so wonderful to be reminded, often enough, that some people don't have or desperately try not to have that assumption that they are better than me. And some kids were raised right to respect people, especially those that are serving them. I always try to tip well now that I work. But often I forget, and such acts of selflessness, from children no less, reminds me to practice what I preach.
So I turned to the little boy and thanked him, because he didn't need to do that. And he just smiled.
Triumphantly, the little boy goes, "Mommy, I found a quarter!" Apparently, there was quarter lodged behind the mints, and the boy had found it. The lady thanks me for the coffee and then turns to her son and jokingly says "So what are you going to do with that money, Zach?"
The little boy turns back to her smiling and says, "She needs a tip," and places the quarter into the cup next to me.
Everyday at Fanueil Hall I have to deal with shitty people in some capacity. I mean, customers (and I can be one of them, I admit), can be just inconsiderate and impatient. People don't seem to grasp the idea that I am just like them, instead I have this role while donning an apron that there is this hierarchy and I am somehow lower than them for serving them coffee. Business people and tourists who are on their long-awaited summer vacations can afford to have that hierarchy in place, to justify treated somone like crap. The other day some lady, no lie, told Jonas he had to remake her drink because she ordered it incorrectly while on her cell phone. What happened to justify that? A false sense of this high-and-mighty placement of things.
It is so wonderful to be reminded, often enough, that some people don't have or desperately try not to have that assumption that they are better than me. And some kids were raised right to respect people, especially those that are serving them. I always try to tip well now that I work. But often I forget, and such acts of selflessness, from children no less, reminds me to practice what I preach.
So I turned to the little boy and thanked him, because he didn't need to do that. And he just smiled.