There is something to be said for kind gestures.
Or just basic customer service.
Either way, its just nice.
I changed jobs awhile back, moving to another local company.
My morning Starbucks is now a different one.
I fear change like an old school peasant.
Given the right situation I would be standing at the unlit bonfire yelling, “Burn her!”.
I am ok with that.
The show Cheers was a hit for the better part of a decade.
And the reason was the idea that there was a hip, cool place where “Everybody knows your name”.
Catchy tune, sticks in your head.
Today, something nice happened.
I came in to find a sizable line waiting for me.
Nothing new, plus, I had a book with me.
And then it happened.
“Here you go.”
The floater goes between the cashier and the barrista, getting items and orders together.
The floater handed me my hot water.
I drink the Starbucks via, the instant coffee, so all I need is hot water in the morning, but you still have to wait in line for it.
Its a minor, silly thing, but it’s nice.
Makes a difference.
So I am writing this with a smiley feeling in my head.
Doesn’t lend itself to sarcastic thought.
Pity, I do some of my best work when I am annoyed and semi-pissed off.
Which means you are stuck with shiny happy Mac instead of bitter.
Here I sit, watching Game of Thrones and sipping my coffee, the soul of contentment.
There are better situations out there, but this is nice.
And just like that, its gone.
My table is near the back, near the bathroom.
And there is a line for the toilet.
And the guy in line, right next to my table has a particularly fierce brand of BO going on.
You have to wonder why you leave the house, smelling like that.
And yes, I am arrogant about this.
But basic cleanliness seems like a foundational understanding that some are born without.
Who knows, maybe Stank boy was born with that, then life and experience stepped in and twisted him around to the point that a little stench is the least of his issues.
If you look at one way, he stinks, but he is minding his own.
I, on the other hand, smell delightful, but I have been told often, by the dedicated blog critics, that there is a vile stench that emanates from my written thoughts.
So who smells worse?
He does, but my stench will stick with you longer.