Tuesday, March 17, 2009

JUST A STORY INSPIRED BY "theselittlemoments" . . .

I read "Molly" today. I'm glad google reader popped her blog into my bloggers you might like window. You can visit her here. I don't know her IRL. She seems pretty awesome -- has an insatiable appetite for shoes and a big hairy beast of a dog. Shoes and Dogs. I like her writing. Nuff said.

I loved her blog today. She mentioned Starbuck's and kindness in the same blog entitled "Acts of Kindness."

Recently, while in Minot, ND, I really *wanted* Starbucks. I placed my order at the drive through and caterpillared my way to the window. I received my venti vanilla latte and was told to have a nice day. ???

Me: "I owe you $4.30 for the latte though?" (I know what my vanilla latte costs!)

Window Guy: (smiles) "No you don't -- the person in front of you paid for your coffee."

Me: (confused) "Why? I'm from out of town and don't know anyone here. I don't even know who
was in front of me because, I'll admit it, I wasn't paying any attention."

WG: (smiles really big, almost giggles) "A little while ago, one of our customers paid for
the person behind him and asked us to see if we could keep it going. He called it 'Pay It Backward Day today.' It's been going on for a couple of hours now."

I smiled. I laughed. I thought this was somewhat silly. It made me feel warm and fuzzy inside too, almost like a kid who's up to mischief (good mischief). This feeling increased when I looked in my rearview to see that, sure enough, there was a car behind me. In it was an elderly lady, in an older model Buick that had seen some better days, someone's grandmother for sure, hugged up onto the steering wheel with both hands gripping it fiercely at the top, complete with a flowery scarf tied around her "do" and horn-rimmed glasses on a chain.

I turned to the still smiling young man at the window.

Me: (grinning from ear to ear) "Well, let's just keep that happening! I would love to buy her b
everage for her, how much?"

I paid and drove away. I had to circle the building to get to the street so I got to see him explaining to her that I bought her coffee for her. A grande mocha cappuccino. She was the last car in line. There were no others. For some reason I felt even better, knowing she was last in line, that I got to see the end. I felt GREAT . . . and . . . something . . . something else . . . renewed . . . yes . . . that's it. RENEWED. I smiled all day and told everyone I could about it. It was silly, it was goofy, and, yea, it was a little weird BUT IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!!

It was an awesome experience and I intend to do it here at my local Starbucks in Houston. For the silliness, for the goofiness and even for the weirdness but mostly for the FUN OF IT!!!!

Feels good, fun does.


  1. that is awesome! I love stuff like this.

    How cool that the little old lady was the last in line.

    Really puts a smile on my face! Thanks!!!!

    Keep posting girl!

  2. Cool! How fun to be able to see 'the end.' I've heard of stuff like this happening but I've never known anyone that had taken part.