The customer is always right (and valued, and appreciated, and...)

Today I went through a car wash and was busy vacuuming out my car when a car wash employee taped me on the shoulder.  "Excuse me, Ma'am."  (I still can't get used to being called Ma'am) "It looks like the back of your car didn't quite get clean in there.  Why don't you drive around and we'll send it through the wash again for you."
Now, I didn't complain about my car wash.  I didn't even notice dirt left on my back bumper.  That employee just took the extra time to make sure I received what I actually paid for, a clean car.
This would be bizarrely great service anywhere else but in Idaho, it's normal.  I cannot tell you how much I enjoy friendly service.  I could never go back to bored employees with no sense of responsibility to their job or customers. 
There are a lot of things I like about Boise (true seasons, miles of beautiful greenbelt snaking through the city along the river, great museums, a vibrant downtown) but the thing I like the most, LOVE even, is the fabulous service I receive everywhere I go (and I do mean everywhere).  I almost don't want to get used to it because I hope I never take it for granted.