So I was working a later shift and this man walked in and asked me if I could help him find grape juice. I asked him what kind and he said frozen, the cheapest. So I walked him over to the freezer section.
On the way, he confessed he was drunk and would never be able to find anything in this store. He also kept thanking me over and over when I pointed out the item or sales. He had trouble reading the list his buddy had apparently written him before sending him out into the cold night with very little common sense.
We spent maybe ten minutes looking, he pointed to the last item and asked, “Do you know what this is?”
He was so drunk he couldn’t read decent writing. So we get up to the till, and he hands me five dollars before I even start scanning any items. He says here.
Five dollars is not enough for the groceries. So I asked him what this was for.
He said it was a tip and society be damned if they say you don’t tip your cashiers. I left it where it was but said thank you. I got his groceries bagged up and he handed over some cash. I went to hand him his change and he was already waving telling me to add it to the tip pool.
Apparently I’d made some sort of impression on him as he asked for my name and shook my hand. Sadly I’m horrible with names.
I think it was Denis? Danny? David? Something like that. Hopefully he doesn’t remember me. Considering he was probably a regular.