( 7:34 AM ) teahouse
Working in the Burbs - Part Quatre
So a couple of months ago, I got to my car in the parking garage one morning, to find that the battery had been drained of all power.
I think I have a weak battery. I should get it replaced since my car is still under warranty.
At any rate, I stood there for about 10 minutes asking random people to give me a jump. I had the jumper cables; I just needed the juice from their cars.
Nobody would help!! Everyone was leaving and rushing to catch the train.
Finally, the manager of the garage came over with one of his assistants, and they helped me. They were really nice.
The next day I brought them cookies to thank them for helping.
Ever since then, they've always said hi to me when they've seen me.
And last week when I called to ask about a weird item I got on my bill, the manager answered the phone and said, "Hey, it's THB! Oh, sorry about that item. That was a mistake; it shouldn't have been on there. Don't worry about it!!"
It pays to be nice and bear cookies. And I know they're watching out for my car. Yay.
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