What the Starbucks Barista Didn't Know

I slept all of one tossing and turning hour last night. It was a downright crappy night. 4 of my close friends got 3:30 am phone calls. I dreaded today, too because I knew it would suck. Let's just say this about my bad night, if I knew a damn thing about dating, I wouldn't have a blog called "Single in the Little City." (and the fact that my ex-failance's new fiance decided to comment on every picture of his that I ever commented on so I'd receive a notification didn't help either. The blog about that scenario is coming soon.)

Needless to say, I needed the green twin-tailed siren more than she knew this morning.

I ordered my usual venti coffee with room for cream and the guy joked, "Sorry we're out of room today." I giggled and thought, "Ok, maybe this day won't suck."

Wrong. I reached in my purse and realized my wallet wasn't there because I picked up the wrong purse this morning. I told the barista sorry and turned to walk away and she said, "Hey, don't worry about it" and gave me the coffee for free.

My co-workers and I visit this Starbucks daily so she knows I'll get her back, but the point is—she had no idea I had a bad night.
She had no idea I had no sleep or that today was going to come with an awkward, uncomfortable confrontation.

She just paid it forward with no questions asked.
She didn't hesitate for a second.

My point is, you never know what someone is going through, even if they walk around like a ray of sunshine, inside it might be cloudy, so treat people with kindness and compassion and even if you think they're having the best day of their life, do what you can to make it that much better.




KL