I thought of a kind of up beat story from my grocery store days. I was working when a father (F) and his early twenties son (S) walk up to the meat department. As I was getting their stuff I (M) struck up a conversation.
M-I like your shirt. You like Sublime. What is your favorite Sublime song?
S-Uhhh I'm not sure. This is just a random shirt
The son seem like maybe he had a developmental disability or something of that sort. I don't mean to judge I'm just stating.
F-What is Sublime?
M-Oh it's just a band. I saw his shirt and thought maybe he was a fan
F-What kind of music do they play?
M-It's like reggae
F-So they sing about smoking weed?
M-(lying)It's been a few years since I've listened to their songs so I'm not sure.
F-Well I'm going to have to look them up when I get home.
All the mean while S is just giving me a death glare. I knew I fucked up. It seemed like he liked the shirt regardless of what was written on it and it also seemed like his dad was really uptight and might take the shirt away.
Fast forward a few months. I see the father son combo come in both wearing matching Sublime shirts. F tells me about how he doesn't like what they sing about but he likes the music and he and his son have found something they both enjoy.
I was nervous I had fucked up but it turns out I might have opened up the father's mind to something new and allowed him and his son to connect
I work in the bakery department of a large midwest grocery chain. I spend the night shift setting up cookies, muffins, and donuts for the morning people to pop in the oven. While I do this I also tend to any customers that need bread sliced or have a question.
Sadly, we give out free "kids cookies".
By kid, it means if you look over 13 you don't get a cookie unless one of us is feeling generous. I usually don't feel generous.
A woman pushed her cart with her little boy in it up to my end of the cookie display. I greeted her and asked if I could grab her any treats for the day. She wanted a kids cookie for her son, so I nodded and went down to grab the box of kids cookies. I should also mention that the cookie can change daily. Today, our flavor was sugar. I walk up to the cart and the woman quickly gets in front of the cart, blocking me from handing her son the cookie.
"Is sugar okay?" I smile.
Her face looses all excitement. "Oh no, he can't have nuts."
What. No. There are no nuts. It's a sugar cookie. Is sugar a nut? Does she think it's a nut? How?
No matter. Throw the cookie away, visibly annoyed. And grab a chocolate chip cookie for her.
Instead of giving it to her son, she takes a huge bite out of it and moves on. (Twitch)