Sorry, you guys…. I usually like to keep things on the light
side and write fun stuff. But yesterday
I had an encounter with someone who brought out the worst in me, and I just
have to write about it. This is my blog.
That’s how I roll… Eject now if you don’t
want to ride today.
I love to sin on Sunday and
eat a flaky, crusty, oh, so bad for me cranberry scone at Twiggs along with a
big ol’ non fat latte. It makes my soul
glad. Heck, Twiggs makes my soul
glad. It is so funky cool with mish mash
furniture, art, books and unusual people.
Most of them are pretty mellow and perfect Sunday Sinners.
So yesterday, they were
pretty busy – even for Twiggs. And I
waited patiently for my cup of heaven. I
had my scone already, but I wanted to savor it with steaming hot latte.
I see the Barista slide the
cup with my name on the counter and announce, “Non Fat Latte.” I sleepily sauntered up to get it when some
woman started to reach for it at the same time.
As I am pretty laid back, I figured I would let her have it and wait for
the next drink. She grabbed it, realized it was not the no soy joy, I am a
piece of crappy humanity, with no sanity, cup of angry at the world java she
SURELY orders up for her psyche every day.
She stamped her little foot
like a 3 year old being denied a toy. Or
maybe she stamped her Birkenstock like a 59 year old who has been denied joy
and bitchily exclaimed, “WHERE is MY drink?
I was BEFORE her.”
She haughtily glared at me as
if I had magically dictated the order in which the barista chose to make the
drinks. The Barista hurriedly explained
that the 10,000 ingredient drink she ordered was a little more complicated to
make and tried to soothe her. He swiftly
slung the drink up on the counter as fast as he could.
She was having none of it. Even after getting her drink, she was huffing
and puffing. And she followed me over to
the table with all the coffee accessories like cream and sugar and cinnamon. Everyone was staring. I was embarrassed for her. That she would act that way at all was
amazing to me. I couldn’t help that the
little bit of sassy that resides deep in me came out. I pointedly held up a packet as she stood
breathing down my neck, conjuring up the Okie accent I have lost and quietly drawled,
“Did you need something in a
sweetener? Sugar, Equal, attitude
adjustment?”
She blinked, stepped back
away from me and mentally collected herself.
She said nothing, and I turned back to take my own advice and dump extra
sweetener in my latte to remind MYSELF that I am generally peaceful, loving and
kind. But yunno, I went there and am not
proud of it. But sometimes people need
to be called on their shit.
And then it made me remember
when I was a Barista. It is a freaking
tough job. Grouchy, impatient people not
understanding that a good espresso drink takes time. It is an art.
There were a few of the regular customers who made me want to hurl the
hot espresso down their skivvies and watch them squirm. They were abusive, unkind and miserable.
And then there was Junior. He came once a week. For physical therapy. And he was sweet, unfailingly polite, kind
and patient. People would climb all over
him when he appeared. He played
football. But I liked him because he
always smiled, never complained about the wait and always said “Thank you so
much” as I handed him his mocha. There was not a “big time, look at me” bone in
his body. He had grace and style. You could
feel the genuine goodness he had in his soul.
You could feel it. When he
smiled, his eyes smiled.
And Junior, we wish you would’ve
said, “Ow.” Whatever you were going
through, we wish you could have sought help and healing. And that goes for us all: Football player, bitchy woman at Twiggs,
everyone and anyone. Say “Ow!” when you
are hurting. It is hard to say and do, but so important! Let someone help you sort
stuff out. It is what you need to do to
be whole. Be brave and say it! Even saying it out loud helps. Give in and then get on with life!
And bitchy woman at
Twiggs? Thank you. Thank you for reminding me that humanity is
important. And being sweet and kind is
not weakness, but the best way to live life. And
take some sweetener and say “Ow.” I
promise you will feel better!
