I went to the Dollar Tree in University Place last week. My wife and I live in the North/West End of Tacoma. The roof of the nearby Dollar Tree collapsed last December. It’s surprising what we find that we need at the Dollar Tree from hardware to food, and art supplies.
At the U.P. Dollar Tree, I bought three weeks worth (three jars – two in the kitchen and one in the pantry) of Bread and Butter Pickles for me, and one week’s breakfast (a package of hot dogs) for our crow neighbors. There was only one other shopper in the store. At the checkout line she was slow with her card. While she fumbled around, the clerk behind the counter took my selections from the shopping basket and was ready to handle my purchase as soon as the other customer finished juggling her card. I was probably mentally rolling my eyes, but said nothing.
Finally, it was just me and the cashier. I didn’t comment on the previous purchase, but simply asked, “Are they ever going to re-open the Dollar Tree at Highland Hill?” “No,” was the quick answer. After the cashier handed me my receipt, she immediately went to unpacking boxes to re-stock the shelves. I watched her as she worked and then commented, “You are a hard worker!” She looked up in surprise. I don’t know that anyone had ever told her that, but I appreciated her efforts as she went about her duties.
If you visit Dollar Tree in University Place, look for the black woman worker perhaps five-six or seven. She appeared to be in her mid-forties. I appreciate hard workers. I should have asked her name. Sometimes managers don’t recognize effort, but I do. If you do, too, . . . let people know . . . and for sure let this hard-working woman know.