Gather around everyone and I will tell you the Tale of "Lil Hina and the Spilled Milk"
When I was 8 or 11 years old my dad sent me to one of our many grocery store with one simple request. "Lil Hina, you must go and get 4L of Bagged Milk." So off I skipped toward the Dairy section and grabbed a bag of bagged milk. It was quite heavy, and I was still quite adorably klutzy at the time. So as I was walking I tripped, the bag went up in the air, and SPLASH!!!! the floor was covered in with plastic and milk.
I stared in sorrow at the white puddle. I did not have enough money to buy two packages of milk. However, I knew that if I broke something in a store I would have to pay for it. I went off in search of a Stock Boy who I knew was around the corner.
Me= Excuse me?
SB= Can I help you?
Me= Yes. I dropped a 4L bag of milk in the dairy aisle. I was wondering if you could get a mop so I could clean it up.
Bring YOU a mop?
Me= Yes I made the mess.
That's okay sweetie. It's my job to clean it up, why don't you just show me where the spill is?
Me= *Shows SB the spill* Are you sure you wouldn't like me to clean up my mess?
No, really. It's what I get paid for.
Me= Oh that's right. Since I broke the bag of milk... *reaching for the money in my pocket*
SB= Oh, yes you'll need a new package. I'll just grab that for you. *Grabs a package from the dairy case*
Me= Oh no, it's alright I only have enough for one.
.... OH, no you don't have to pay for the broken one. Stuff like this happens all the time.
I wish all my customers were like you. Okay now be careful not to drop this one. *Hands over the package*
I won't. Thank you!
So, Lil Hina carefully carried her bag of milk to the cashier, and then to her Daddy in the parking lot. And she never broke anything in a store again.