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Random act of kindness for the day:
This morning I woke up an hour late, yelled fuck pretty loud, and scrambled to get to uniprint to make 20 copies of my creative writing story before class (which started in twenty minutes). I got to uniprint, tried inserting my twenty into the cash received in order to start making copies, and realized that it only accepted $1s. I asked the cashier, a middle aged woman with a kind smile and crooked teeth who was on the phone throughout this entire experience, if she could exchange my twenty. She smiled, said yes, opened her drawer, and told me she had five ones only. I cursed, and took my shit over to brennen's coffee. At the register, I explained my need for 12 one dollar bills, checked to make sure they had the ability to fulfill such a request and then ordered some coffee. I rushed back over to uniprint, and inserted two dollars. the machine did nothing. I pressed start on the copier, still, nothing. ten minutes to class, and on the verge of extreme frustration, the cashier came over, still on the phone, and asked me what the problem was. I explained, she fiddled with the machine for a minute, and then asked me what i was copying, how many copies i needed etc etc. She grabbed my story, and went to the back room. About a minute later she came back to the main room, twenty copies of my story in hand. I thanked her and began to pull out my wallet, beginning to extract the 12 dollars that i knew the copies would cost me. She handed me the copies, and put her hand up to stop me, "on the house," she said, "youve had enough trouble".
This morning I woke up an hour late, yelled fuck pretty loud, and scrambled to get to uniprint to make 20 copies of my creative writing story before class (which started in twenty minutes). I got to uniprint, tried inserting my twenty into the cash received in order to start making copies, and realized that it only accepted $1s. I asked the cashier, a middle aged woman with a kind smile and crooked teeth who was on the phone throughout this entire experience, if she could exchange my twenty. She smiled, said yes, opened her drawer, and told me she had five ones only. I cursed, and took my shit over to brennen's coffee. At the register, I explained my need for 12 one dollar bills, checked to make sure they had the ability to fulfill such a request and then ordered some coffee. I rushed back over to uniprint, and inserted two dollars. the machine did nothing. I pressed start on the copier, still, nothing. ten minutes to class, and on the verge of extreme frustration, the cashier came over, still on the phone, and asked me what the problem was. I explained, she fiddled with the machine for a minute, and then asked me what i was copying, how many copies i needed etc etc. She grabbed my story, and went to the back room. About a minute later she came back to the main room, twenty copies of my story in hand. I thanked her and began to pull out my wallet, beginning to extract the 12 dollars that i knew the copies would cost me. She handed me the copies, and put her hand up to stop me, "on the house," she said, "youve had enough trouble".