I need to stop jumping to conclusions. I’ve found myself doing that more than usual, lately. It hit me yesterday at work, when I got a ten dollar tip.

I was working alone from five to six, which is the period of time between when the opening shift manager leaves, I come on, and the first crew member comes on. We weren’t busy…at all. I had three customers that entire hour. My story is about two of them, it was an odd looking couple. The girl looked twelve, was around four feet, ten inches tall, and weighed probably ninety pounds. The guy had to be at least six feet tall and easily over two hundred and fifty pounds. They didn’t look clean, well-kept, and not to stereotype, but they didn’t look like they had a whole lot of money, either. They were the nicest people ever, though. Struck up a good conversation and kept a smile on my face. The girl got a like it size of plain banana ice cream and the guy got a gotta have it size of cheesecake ice cream with cherries mixed in. Not a hard order, whatsoever. I’ve handled a group of thirty people, by myself, with no tip before.

So, we get to the register to ring the couple up and they’re total comes to seven dollars and fifty two cents. I slide their debit card, hand them the slip to sign, check the tip after they hand it back so I can key it in, and notice ten dollars, for a total of seventeen dollars and fifty two cents. I was thinking, “Nah, they probably meant one dollar”, so I asked the guy, “Oh, this is a ten dollar tip, are you sure about that?” He just smiled and they walked out the door.

Jumping to conclusions, when this couple walked in, I was thinking, “Oh man, another dollar tip. Four more and I can get Subway.” What if these people were loaded and just don’t let it effect how they were before the money? No one would ever know. Maybe they’re just nice people. Maybe they don’t have the money, but love making people smile. You don’t know, I don’t know, but these people honestly changed my perspective.