i went to pick up coffee this morning at my corner "WhoreBucks"...ordered my latte and glazed Doughnut and paid (with a gift card i found in my purse, no less)...so i probably waited a whole 3 minutes for my latte, and even less time for my doughnut. but when i went to pay the guy at the counter, he gave me a "free coffee" coupon...and said "hope your day gets better."
rewind.
i woke up this morning in a wonderful mood. despite the rain, i knew that today was going to end up being a beautiful spring-like day. when i did my hair today, it came out perfectly. i mean it. like...movie star perfect...like...hair-show perfect. not a straggler or a split end. i got dressed feeling good...feeling flawless...and headed to get breakfast.
fast forward.
"hope your day gets better." what??? my day is fine!! honestly!! ok, i didnt say that. i just smiled and put the free coffee coupon in my purse. but i lingered. i stood at condiments counter (do you call them condiments in a coffee shop?) even though i certainly didn't need to add milk to the latte (definition: a drink made by adding a shot of espresso to a glass or cup of frothy hot or steamed milk)...but i wanted to see if this coupon was given out to anyone else.
i stood...sad to say...for a good 5-6 customers. no free coffees. not one. just me.
so...the questions lie with me. what makes me different? was the barista flirting with me? he was young...fairly attractive...not quite out of my league...(meaning, he wasn't under 20)... did i really look like i was having a bad day? i mean...how could i. i look perfect! (did i mention that?).
not that i begrudge the free coffee. please, i'll probably use the coupon this afternoon....but i want to know. why?
any thoughts?
1 comment:
Maybe it was the tan.
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