I worked at a health food store in the Chicago suburbs, and the worst shift was always at the juice bar. One day, a woman didn’t like her carrot juice, so she THREW IT IN MY FACE and snarled, “TRY AGAIN!” I didn’t. I called my manager—who APOLOGIZED TO HER and started making a new drink while I stood there, soaked and humiliated. She smirked like I was nothing. But I wasn’t anyone’s punching bag, so I got my revenge right there. As the manager was making the juice, I calmly reached for the little chalkboard on the counter
It was the chalkboard where we usually wrote daily specials. Instead, I wiped it clean and wrote in big letters: “Reminder: Kindness Is Free. Please Treat Our Staff With Respect.” Then I placed it directly in front of the woman, smiling politely. Customers nearby glanced at it, then at her, and the shift in the room was immediate. No one said a word, but the message landed more loudly than anything I could have spoken. The woman’s smirk faltered as she realized everyone had witnessed her behavior.
My manager paused when he saw the sign but didn’t erase it. Instead, he cleared his throat and gently handed her the remake. She took it silently, avoiding eye contact with everyone. For the first time since she arrived, she looked unsure of herself—not because I embarrassed her, but because she had embarrassed herself. As she turned to leave, one of the regulars whispered, “Good sign,” and gave me an encouraging nod that instantly lifted my spirits.
