Winco clerk (WInco again! Weird...)

I have my own Winco story today! Who knew Winco was full of heroes?
I don't usually shop at Winco these days, but they have the best price on bulk beans and my daughter loves playing in her bean bin, so off to Winco we went. We got our big bag of beans and were turning toward checkout when my girl sees the deli case and decides that, more than anything in the world, she needs a corn dog. I didn't even know she had ever seen a corn dog! She asked ever-so-politely, and I got the corn dog. When I was a kid, we shopped at Winco all the time, and my mom used to get the "krab salad". I was over taken with nostalgia and got myself some crab salad. (These are important details, I promise :). ) We also grabbed a block of cheese and couple other things since we were looking around, and headed over to pay. When we got there, I discovered that Winco doesn't take credit cards. I don't have my debit card because I lost it earlier this week, and my next stop is supposed to be the bank to get a new one. The clerk offers to hold my groceries, and I let her know that my bank is at least 25 minutes drive so we won't be back for at least an hour. I leave Winco carrying my little baby and my daughter who is sobbing, "My corn dog! My corn dog!" Not my happiest time as a parent, that is for sure.
We drive all the way to the bank to the refrain of, "My corn dog!" I try to reassure her that we *will* get her corn dog, we just have to go to the bank first, but this doesn't mean much when you are two, and she is unmoved. I can't help but grieve for the chilled crab salad that will soon be warm, and assume I will need to get a new corn dog as it will be stone cold by the time we get there.
Replacement card in hand we return to Winco, pay for our items at customer service, and are told that someone will bring our groceries shortly. It turns out to be a bit longer than shortly. When our groceries show up, my crab salad along with the cheese and other chilled items are tucked up in a bag together and quite cool, the other items are bagged on their own, and the gal asks, "Is this yours too?" She holds up a bag clearly containing the beloved corn dog. It is toasty warm.
I would have been easy to just scoop up our groceries and stick them under a counter until we got back. Instead, some sweet soul kept our refrigerated items cool, and put our warm item back in the warmer.
Boy was that a happy girl with her corn dog!
Thank you Winco clerk! Anyone who can make my little girl's day like that is my hero.