The first one I merely witnessed, it´s from over the counter, but so, so sweet!
I went to the recreation park where I used to work, and stood in line for admission. While I didn´t have to pay, teeheehee, due to having worked there, I still had to show my employee´s card.
And then I heard loud talking on the cashier window:
Cashier: No, really, I can´t! It´s not right!
Older woman: Have it, child, buy yourself a treat!
Cashier: But I have never got tipped, and it´s much more than the ticket!
Woman: Yeah, well, I got promoted and thought about how to give something back. And you are always so nice. Since I figured that you don´t get tips, I think you should have.
Cashier: No, I...
Woman: Well, I have to go enjoy myself, bye-bye! *grabs her ticket from the counter and runs away giggling*
The cashier just sat there for a moment in awe, then pocketed the 20 Euros (tickets are just 7 or 8 Euros!) and continued selling, a smile on her face.
Since I have worked there, I know that tipping is not against the policy, in fact it never occurs, so there is no policy on it. The salary was ok, but not really Hard Ice Girl, so I guess that these 20 Euros made her day!
The other story got triggered by a post on RHU about people touching slaves´ hair.
This instantly made my blood boil and I have to get a story about it off my chest, which turned me into Hard Ice Girl.
I have very long, dark hair, it reaches my butt. I always wear it open.
Well, people really like looking at it and touching it, and with friends, I often feel like a my-little-pony-doll (I have nerdy friends :P) with all the braiding and combing and... And since I am not really shy, I cannot remember that I ever refused if a stranger asked nicely if he could touch it, because I get that it looks interesting.
BUT! Never ever should someone touch it without permission, simply because I am not a doll! Even at petting zoos, there are signs to approach the animals face-to-face first so they can go away if they do not like to get touched by you, yet some people think it´s ok!
So, one day, I was tutoring when I felt some gentle tugging on my hair, and as I turn around, there is a guy, touching it.
Hard Ice Girl: Excuse me?!?
Guy: Oh, your hair is so beautiful, and it is soft, too.
Hard Ice Girl *ripping my hair out of his hands*: How dare you touch it? I am not a petting zoo animal!
Guy: Oh, excuse me, I did not think you would mind.
Hard Ice Girl *a bit calmer*: Well, ok, just know that I do mind. If you want to touch somebody, you have to ask first.
I turned around again and continued to explain stuff, as this happens time and again, and I get that people can be oblivious and insensitive without even wanting or realizing it. No big deal.
But then, this stupid asshat took the cake!! About 30 seconds later or so (which means that it was a product of a thought rather than a stupid thing that you blurt out and want to rip out your tongue afterward), the guy says in my direction:
"As you wear them open, I thought you wouldn´t mind."
Hard Ice Girl: What?!?
Guy: Well, it is really beautiful, and if you wear them open, you have to know that everyone wants to touch it.
Hard Ice Girl: So, you mean I´m asking for it?!
Guy: Well, no, not like that, but if you wear it that way, you must anticipate what would happen.
At that point, Hard Ice Girl turned into Frozen Concrete Girl, and in order to prevent myself from beating the living crap out of this waste of oxygen and clean water, I just turned on my heel and marched right out, went to the toilet and cried out of burning anger.
When I got a grip on myself, I returned to the student and apologized for leaving mid-sentence. He said he understood and apparently he had told the asshat-guy to leave.
--Soft Ice Girl