This morning, before driving an hour down to Oregon to visit with my parents, I stopped by a Starbucks drive-thru and ordered a tall cup of coffee with cream. It was one of those pleasant waits when the sun warms through the open sunroof, Richard Stoltzman enchants through several speakers with Mozart's Clarinet Concerto in A Major, K. 622, my Starbucks card has plenty of money on it, and I'd remembered my own cup (thereby getting a discount). My sunglasses were clean and the red arrow pointed to the "F" indicating a full tank. There was even a joyous anticipation of getting to spend time with family.
Can't get much better than that, right?
Unless...
Unless--when you drive up to the window--the barista leans out and says, "The gentleman in front of you paid for your coffee."
A W E S O M E
No, I don't know who it was. The car was black, and that is all I can remember about it. It was already gone by the time I pulled up and she told me.
Sounds like a freaking great day! Enjoy your trip! -jeanine
ReplyDeleteThanks Jeanine,
ReplyDeleteIt WAS a great day. It really made my day and I look forward to paying it forward.
I did something like that once on a toll road. I have no idea what happened after that, or for that matter what motivated me to do it in the first place.
ReplyDeleteCharles,
ReplyDeleteSomehow it doesn't surprise me that you would do such a nice thing. I can tell you that random act of kindness probably made their day.
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ReplyDeleteThanks and have a great day!