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captainsblogI began my workday yesterday by helping a fellow lawyer get out of a potential jam that could have cost upwards of $30,000 to rectify, in which the potential evildoer was that lawyer's client, who is (or at least was) also a lawyer. But today's random act, only a dollar's worth of kindness, felt just as good.
Two nights ago, Eleanor was working until 8 and I was finishing a long-for-me day on the road, so we both got our dinners out of the house. Mine came from another Wegmans store, and I included in it one of their 20-ounce bottles of chilled store-brand pop, $1.00 plus tax and deposit. The kid took it from me, bagged it for me, but did not charge me for it, I later discovered.
This could not stand. You do not mess with the Wegmans mojo. So, when I went in there this afternoon (now back at our regular store, where Eleanor works, though she wasn't there at the time), I knew what I had to do. I found the identical product, added it to my order, actually paid for it this time, asked the kid to leave it out of the bags, and then told him to reshop it. ("Reshop"- front-end grocery term for returning unwanted, unpaid-for, etc. merchandise to its original place in the store.) Then I told him why, and added, "if that's all too confusing and you want to just have a refreshing beverage yourself, run it again."
"Nono, that's okay," he said, but he still looked at me like I'd just landed on the 1630 shuttle from Mars Colony. Sometimes doing the right thing confuses the crap outta people.
Two nights ago, Eleanor was working until 8 and I was finishing a long-for-me day on the road, so we both got our dinners out of the house. Mine came from another Wegmans store, and I included in it one of their 20-ounce bottles of chilled store-brand pop, $1.00 plus tax and deposit. The kid took it from me, bagged it for me, but did not charge me for it, I later discovered.
This could not stand. You do not mess with the Wegmans mojo. So, when I went in there this afternoon (now back at our regular store, where Eleanor works, though she wasn't there at the time), I knew what I had to do. I found the identical product, added it to my order, actually paid for it this time, asked the kid to leave it out of the bags, and then told him to reshop it. ("Reshop"- front-end grocery term for returning unwanted, unpaid-for, etc. merchandise to its original place in the store.) Then I told him why, and added, "if that's all too confusing and you want to just have a refreshing beverage yourself, run it again."
"Nono, that's okay," he said, but he still looked at me like I'd just landed on the 1630 shuttle from Mars Colony. Sometimes doing the right thing confuses the crap outta people.
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Date: 2011-08-14 08:20 pm (UTC)