Sometimes you are right about people. Sometimes, you’re not.
I was heading for the coffee shop this afternoon and while I left my house in a good mood, I was a cranky old fart when I reached the drivethrough, thanks to three idiot motorists who fried my bacon to a crisp on my way there.
I placed my order, then motioned the car beside me to go ahead of me as it was an open question which of us was next. To add to my misery, the woman in the car ahead of me brandished a bold bumper sticker that announced she was not a very nice person. Why anyone would willingly drive around telling the world you suck is a question I am unable to answer.
I looked for evidence that she was, in fact, the jerk she wanted everyone to know she is, and wasn’t long in gathering my incriminating fact. The server at the window handed her a coffee. She gave it right back and was soon given a larger drink. Crabby is as crabby does.
However, I was soon to discover there was a reason she handed back the coffee.
It was the cup I had ordered.
When I got to the window, I was handed my back-and-forth coffee by a smiling young server who didn’t want any money for it.
“The woman in the car ahead of you paid for it,” she smiled. I flashed my lights at the disappearing car ahead of me to say thanks.
Anyone who buys me a coffee, in my books, is an angel.
That woman needs a new bumper sticker.
For Heaven’s sake.
©2024 Jim Hagarty
