1. I drive an ice cream truck route outside Milwaukee. There’s a kid, maybe 10, who comes out every single day, stands at the window, and never buys anything — just watches the other kids get their orders, then walks back inside. Another driver on my route once said, “Kid’s probably just casing which houses have money.”
I started “accidentally” dropping a popsicle out the window every day on my way past his house, like it fell. He’s never once said thank you. He’s also never once missed a day of “accidentally” catching it.
Still falling out that window. Every single day.
2. I work the counter at a post office outside Tulsa. An older man comes in every Friday to mail a letter to an address that, according to our system, doesn’t exist anymore. Another clerk flagged it as “returned mail, waste of a stamp” and wanted to stop accepting them.
“He’s not paying for delivery, he’s paying for Fridays,” I told her. I’ve been quietly covering the $0.73 postage out of my own register drawer for six months so the system never flags a decline.
Six months of Fridays. He still thinks the stamp cleared.
3. I run the ticket booth at our county fair in Iowa. Same teenage boy, every single year, comes alone, buys one ride ticket, sits on the same bench after. Last year, another booth worker joked, “Bet his family forgot about him.”
This year I started “accidentally” printing him a wristband instead of a single ticket — unlimited rides, on the house, logged as a “scanner glitch” in my nightly report three years running.
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