I love the local metal salvage yard - it is the friendliest place ever.

Last time I was there, a fortnight ago, delivering rusty nails, seized hinges, cable offcuts and the other metallic rubbish that regularly surfaces in my garden, they credited my scrap-metal dealer's account with the iron-value of the weight of the bag I'd put of the scales.
As I was leaving, I told them there was some copper wire in there too.
'Oh, I'll weigh it and credit your account,' they guy said.
'Don't bother,' I replied. 'Just letting you know. All I want is for it to be re-used... Oh, I almost forgot - you don't have a stainless steel sink in OK condition I can buy from you, do you?'
He went off to look, in vain, but told me if one came in he'd put it on side for me. All I needed to do was phone from time to time.

I haven't phoned but I dropped in this morning. I waited contentedly while the guy behind the counter and the punter in front of me chatted about the state of the world.
'I hate this country,' Punter said.
As he turned to leave, apologising for holding me up, I asked where he'd rather be if he hated this country.
I don't think he'd actually thought about that but he suggested Poland because people work hard. The guy-behind-the-counter emerged and the three of us then all held each other up by having an animated conversation about non-pasteurised milk, immune systems, communal living, whether politicians should be selected from ordinary people for short stints a bit like jury service, and whether anyone who wanted power should be banned from having it.

I barely had to mention the sink for the guy no-longer-behind-the-counter to nod to someone else who strode off to a large container and came back with a blue-plastic-wrapped, never-been-used sink. Exactly what I wanted. I was really pleased, not only that they'd got one but that the word had gone round and they had remembered me.

I asked how much I owed.
'Nothing.'
'Nothing? Are you sure?'
'I'm not charging nice people.'

What a place to spend your working day!