My morning-shift Starbucks baristas go out of their way to take care of me. The hero’s welcome I get officially begins before I even step inside (they first see me through the window, as my hand reaches for the door), and my usual order is ready and waiting at the edge of the counter by the time I advance to the front of the line. I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve this tier of treatment, but I’ll miss it when I’m/they’re gone.
There’s one barista in particular who
looks out for me. Whenever she takes control of the cash register, she either
insists on charging me the 54-cent refill rate or refuses to charge me at all
(and, no, I’ve never had a Starbucks Rewards Card – don’t need one with this crew
in my corner).
The generosity has been flowing for long
enough, and I was raised to reciprocate. But I don’t know what to give her in
return. I also don’t want the reciprocation to end up backfiring on me or
making things awkward in any way. When I brought a neighbor (who had to be at
least 70 years old at the time) a bag of apples to thank him for spontaneously
and expertly fixing my broken mailbox lock with a set of tools he slowly
fetched from his apartment, he asked me out.
She has no need for fruit - there are
mass quantities of it all around her work station, in addition to the coffee,
tea, sandwiches, yogurt parfaits, pastries, travel mugs, and compilation CDs.
What do you get the girl who has everything?
I started my spring cleaning the other
day and it’s done nothing but put ideas into my head. There are a couple of purses
I wouldn’t mind getting rid of. And I found a multi-pack of Bonne Bell Lip
Smackers that I can’t use because I’m allergic to the SPF in it; but she could have
sensitive skin too.
I’m opening the floor to suggestions.
Such Masterpieces…My Masterpieces…
5 days ago