A purchase that was also a lovely gift.
An elderly lady struggling with her Eftpos card had made several attempts to make it work. I felt a little sorry for the lady who was beginning to get flustered.
She apologised, and I reassured her it wasn't a problem.
Each time she entered her pin, I looked away to give her some privacy.
I'm not sure what was happening, but items were being refunded, and the pin number didn't work once or twice.
After a couple of minutes, the checkout operator handed something to the shopper and said: "Here, you can use this card."
Confused, the shopper asked whose it was.
"It's mine," said the staff member, a young woman in her late teens or early 20s,
She smiled, told the shopper "It's OK" and punched her pin number in.
Accepted, the machine said.
The shopper hugged the staff member, said "thank you" and left.
I moved along the queue and punched in my pin number.
"What's your name?" I said. She told me. "My card's declined too," I said.
"What?" she exclaimed, before realising I was joking.
"What you did just then was really nice," I said.
She smiled and said "thanks".
She made the lady's day. And she made mine too. Thank you.