One day, in the not so distant past, I was running exceptionally late for an appointment …I had, literally, about four minutes to spare … I parked my car … jumped out … walked as fast as I could (I was wearing heels or else I would have been running) … threw open the glass door to the happiest place on Earth (yes, Starbucks) … strolled up to the counter … ordered my drink from friendly barista #1 … and then, handed friendly barista #2 my Starbucks Card … and then, from the mouth of friendly barista #2 …
“You owe an additional $2.32.”
“Say what? Not possible. I have a card … a Gold card … it can’t be (screaming inside my head ensues) empty? … Well, OK then (breathe lady BREATHE), I guess never mind … sorry, I only brought my card in, I can go back to the car.”
Friendly barista #1 hands me my drink anyway:“It’s OK. It’s made—there’s no reason to throw it away when you can have it.” He smiles.
Friendly barista #2: “No worries—you come in here everyday (yes, I do – it’s my vice – in more ways than one).” I smile. I breathe. I vow to return the favor the next day to some other unorganized soul not unlike myself.
Today’s post inspired by the Daily Prompt: “Vice.”