At a high-end fundraiser, then this happened...

In the mid-2000s I was an executive and my boss personally paid for a table of ten for a fundraiser for breast cancer. It was really high-end. five tsar hotel in the CBD, very high-quality wine and food, beautifully presented, with lots of entertainment and some auctions to raise extra money. Everyone was in suits and having a good time. Over dessert some speeches came along and then to our surprise the head chef came out in his stained apron and his toque and started speaking in an Italian accent. "Ladies and gentlemen, today is very important for me. I lost my mother to breast cancer and I just wanted to acknowledge how important a cause your money is supporting. I would like to repay you in a small way by singing you a short Italian song." He then launched into a full-blown aria - I don't recall what it was but it was clear he wasn't just a chef. He had a glorious tenor voice and we got absolutely blown away by the performance. I was actually quite drunk and had tears in my eyes. I was sincerely moved. Then the head waiter went to take the microphone and, also in an Italian accent, made a short speech and then started singing opera! Then all the waitresses and waiters around us started backing him up like in a chorale! They were super professional - I had a young woman standing directly behind me and could hear her voice clearly. She was perfect. What we hadn't noticed was that our waiters, through the day, had actually been slowly replaced one by one by these singers. As usual our eyes are on the booths, our neighbours, the speakers, and the food and we didn't notice the switcheroo. Nevertheless, it was one of the most enjoyable, delicious, heartwarming surprises I've ever had in my life. submitted by /u/Manky_Fork [link] [comments]

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So my wife’s going to a gala tonight — as her client’s “date.”

I’m 44 and my wife is 44. She works on an art advisory committee, so attending galas, events, and client meetings is part of her job. She often meets clients for coffee, lunch, or dinner, and I don’t always know the details and that’s completely normal because it’s part of her work. She’s always professional, transparent about her friendships, and I trust her judgment completely. Recently, she mentioned she’s going to a gala with a friend, S. He’s a wealthy client she met about a year ago, and they became friends professionally. She introduced me to him once, and he seems like a genuinely good person. He invited her as his “date” to this gala, and my wife said it’s fine. I did ask her though, if she’s actually going as a “date,” and she just laughed and said, “Date doesn’t always mean romantic.” She said it’s important for her she could get networking and meet new people. Then she smiled and said, “If I get into this gala next time, I won’t need to take that man with me, I’ll take you...

The time I quit my job mid shift and walked out

Eight years ago I was working a customer service job that already had me burned out but one day my boss screamed at me in front of customers over something that wasn’t even my fault. Something in me just snapped. I took off my apron handed it to him and said “I’m done” Then I walked straight out the door and never looked back. Didn’t even go back for my final paycheck. It sounds impulsive but it was one of the most freeing empowering things I’ve ever done. Up until that moment I thought I had to just take it and that quitting mid shift was “unprofessional” But honestly that day taught me there’s a line between being dedicated and being disrespected. I was playing apex earlier and thought about how that single decision changed my whole mindset about self worth. It’s wild how one moment of courage can stick with you for nearly a decade. Still one of the best choices I’ve ever made.

I made my breast reconstruction surgeon cry with laughter

After the long process of a double mastectomy, I finally got my permanent breast implants in, and was very happy with them. As a bonus, I discovered that since they were put directly on top of my chest muscles, I could do a neat trick! I can “twerk” my breasts one at a time or together, making them dance quite vigorously! I went for my checkup and said, Hey Doc, look what I can do now…and showed off their bouncy dancing skills. He literally dropped his chart and bent over laughing until tears came into his eyes. He said I was the first patient to do that to him, and he couldn’t stop laughing the rest of the visit. I encourage other patients of this type of surgery to try it, it’s quite fun and entertaining. Edit: thanks for the kind comments and award, guess I can say I won an award for bouncing my boobies now. Note: for those who say video or it didn't happen, I get it, but I'm not going to post my boobs all over the internet!

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