On Sunday I was patiently sitting in Starbuck’s wildly long drive thru line, smiling as the kids sang along to some unknown song. I wanted coffee. And it had to be Starbucks. I know paying almost $5.00 for a cup of coffee that consists of mostly sugar and whipped cream is insane, but there I sat. Happy. Excited even.
I pulled up to pay when the cashier informed me the woman in front of me paid for my order. Isn’t that nice? she asked. I was so surprised! I’ve heard of this type of thing happening, read about it in magazines, but never has it happened to me. In keeping with the spirit of passing on the good vibes, I paid for the woman behind me. As I pulled away, sipping my pumpkin spice latte, a wave of joy washed over me. It felt good to know there are still kindhearted, generous people in the world, doing good just because.
I wonder if someone paid for her order. I wonder how long the kindness lasted. Did people continue to pay for one another all day? It’s a nice thought, all that good will swirling around a little coffee shop. I wonder if that woman in her unassuming gray car with the pink sweater and wrist brace knew how fantastic she made my day. I’m still floating.