
Yesterday I called in a pick-up order for dinner at a local sandwich shop while I was out running errands. I gave them plenty of time to fill the order and have it waiting for me when I arrived.
As they were ringing me up, the cashier (a young college-aged girl) realized that the order was wrong and proceeded to tell me that they’d fix it immediately, but I would have to wait while they did so. I bit my lip, but I have no doubt that the look on my face told her that I wasn’t happy. She offered me a free drink while I waited or a free cookie with my meal. I declined and went over to the waiting area.
Then something remarkable happened.
After a couple of minutes passed, the same cashier left her station, came from behind the counter and walked over to me. “Sir, I’m really sorry that this has happened and I appreciate your patience. I would like to refund your money for our mistake. Your meal is on me.”
She caught me off guard. And she even got a smile out of me. I responded, “You know what? Stuff happens. The fact that you tried to make it right is enough for me.”
I’ll be going back there again.