My husband and I were walking around in Tokyo when we noticed a very cute art gallery and decided to check it out. We looked through all the art and decided to buy these 3–4 postcards that were replicas of the art pieces there and they were roughly $3. We walked up to the cashier, which was a group of 3 people in their late 60s, and tried to explain to them that we really liked the art. They didn't understand much English so we Google translated our appreciation. They ended up giving us twice as many postcards and refused to let us pay for them. We continued to communicate for a few minutes through Google translate, paid for the ones we had picked out and left.

Since we were to meet our friends at a coffee shop and were running a little late, we started speed walking towards the shop and finally stopped at an intersection with a stop light. Suddenly we get tapped on our shoulders by two, incredibly out-of-breath old women (we were a little scared by how much they were heaving). Turns out in our hurry we'd left the postcards we bought back at the gallery… and of course these poor old women who ran the gallery felt mortified and obligated to run several blocks to give them to us.