It was just one of those days.
You know, a day where you’d rather watch paint dry [cliché alert] or gouge your eyeballs out with a fork than finish your workday.
I don’t remember what kicked off my bad morning. It could have been my mischievous cat waking me up at 4 a.m. because she desperately wanted to make me kick her across the room snuggle with Chris (seriously). Or it could have been that I chose to sleep longer, I mean…overslept a bit. Or it just could have been that I didn’t want to go into work and deal with evil politicians that morning during one of my (many) weekly meetings I cover.
In short, I was just plain cranky.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m a B!#@% joy when I’m cranky, but even-keeled darlings can still have days where you just don’t care.
So I’ve established I was having a crummy day. However, one, small act turned the entire day around.
It was actually quite simple. I got out of my meeting early and thought a nice peppermint hot chocolate from (the best coffee shop ever) Starbucks would help put a skip in my step. Now I was already debating if the hot chocolate would be worth the (approximately) $3.73. I debated this in my head as any control-freak sensible person would do for about 10 minutes. Finally, my taste buds won “The Battle of the Buck” and I moseyed on over to Starbucks’ wonderfully convenient drive-thru.
As I was counting the change scattered in my purse I was sad to discover I did not have enough spare cents to cover the drink, which left me no choice but to use my debit card for such a measly purchase. There was just one car ahead of me, parked between my peppermint hot chocolate and me.
When I pulled up to the window the perky employee donned in green and white declined to take my debit card. The car ahead of me had just paid for my drink. I was flabbergasted. Sure, it was only about $4, but that small act of kindness seriously came at the best possible time (especially after I had that 10-minute debate if the expensive drink was worth it).
I asked if the angel of mercy car ahead of me gave any reason for paying for my drink, thinking there must have been a reason for this random kindness. Nope, the driver did not give a reason. They just paid for it.
I thought about spreading that same kindness to the car behind me. Then I drove away with my delightful, free, peppermint hot chocolate.
