"I'll be there in fifteen minutes..." I replied hurriedly to a colleague at school before me.
Fumbling to clear my makeshift office at Starbucks, I grabbed my wardrobe of bags, ice water, and cup containing the the last few sips of chai. Approaching the door, proverbial bells, whistles, and signs beheld me, "Do not even try to grab that door handle; you'll lose your grip." As a Super Woman (I'm sure you know the type), I stayed the course --- hand oustretched, contact made, push, keep walking, and...
My catlike reflexes (or mom/teacher behaviors, take your pick) flew to the fore: grab the napkins, sop the spill, shovel the belongings back into their rightful storage. Make.it.out.the.door.on.time.
"Can I help you?" Morning Barista #2 offered kindly from above the pastry case.
"Let ME clean that up."
"No, no. It was my mess.
You don't have to clean this up,"
I replied...a little more pink than red.
"Well, then at least let me make you a new drink."
(I couldn't believe my good fortune...but my realistic side stormed through the flowery pause.)
"I only had a few sips left. Like an inch. You don't have to, but thanks."
"No, I want to make your day better.
I'll make you the perfect drink."
What an inspiring thought...I want to make your day better. Another shot of Starbucks wisdom, but then again, I'm pretty sure I've heard that message before. It goes way back. So, the question is, am I always looking for the opportunity to make someone else's day better?
I hope so. And, I hope when I do I'm not just making it but making it perfect...like Morning Barista #2.