So I'm at work. It's around 7:45 pm. My boss tells me to go restock the coolers in the bar.

So I grab my little notepad and pen and go out there.

I go to the beer and start counting what I need to get. I write it down.

I hear a male say, "Excuse me." So I assume he's trying to get the attention of a bartender.

But then he says it again, so I turn around.

"Hm?"

"What's your name, miss?"

Now, this guy was in his mid thirties, I think. So I'm like... wtf.

"Morgan...?"

"Do you get paid much?"

"...Why?"

He reaches out and tries to hand me something. Now, I'm kneeling on the floor cuz the coolers are small and close to the ground, so I'm looking up at him with a confused and bewildered look on my face.

In his hand was $5.

"O-Oh, no, I don't need your money, mister."

"Put it in a collage fund or something."

"R-Really, I... I don't need any money. I'm good."

"C'mon, just take it."

I'm so flustered at this point. I could feel my face heating up.

"It's alright, you can take it, Morgan." The bartender tells me. She's a nice girl, I trust her, so I nervously take the money and mumble a small thank you.

I run downstairs with the list and the bucket to put the beers in. When I get to the beer cooler, I throw the bucket, list, and money down. I just sit on the floor, hug my knees, and try to calm down.

I ended up screaming a little. Good thing nobody heard.

Oh, and here's a picture of me after work, cuz SOMEBODY wanted to see me with a ponytail. I didn't bother trying to smile this time.

My big ass forehead is on full display.