"Dance for me, puppet!"
Jason landed the perfect job. He gets to stand behind a register and cheerfully greet all the happy people that come into the frozen yogurt shop. They get their own yogurt cup, they fill that cup with the frozen confection of their choice and then complete their creation with any number of tasty toppings. Then they walk over to where Jason is standing and they place their dessert on a scale and he tells them how much to pay him for it. Tough job.
What cracks us up, though, is that he has a tip jar placed right by the scale. What on earth does he do to deserve a tip? Sure, he's cute and friendly... but has it really come to the point where we have to tip people for being friendly? Shouldn't that be the reason they were hired in the first place? This is frozen yogurt, not the DMV. Cheerful service is expected here.
But, hey... if people are willing, why not? Right?
We decided to make a family trip to the Yogurt Story and check it out. After we all got our dessert and sat down, I gave Melia (7 years old) a quarter to give to Jason as a tip. She walked over to the tip jar and looked him dead in the eye with an expression of such seriousness on her face, it commanded his attention. Without blinking, she held up the quarter and said, "Dance." He stared her down for a second or two. Then, to Melia's great pleasure, he started to dance to the music playing in the background. He got a couple of strange looks from the other customers, but he aimed to please. Melia smiled, nodded her head and dropped the quarter into the jar.
He earned it.
Tell Jason congrats on getting the job!!! That is just great. I must say he earned that quarter:)What a brother:)
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That's great. :) If I were Melia, I would make him do the same thing.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Kallie. I miss you!