Grande Iced White Mocha with an Extra Shot, Please.

It isn’t much of a secret that I’m a typical American in the sense that I’m completely, somewhat hopelessly addicted to caffeine. That being said, I’ve been spending a good deal of my spare time in a very particular Starbucks in town. I’m also the type of person that talks to the baristas, as I don’t believe that interaction should stay within the “You’re an employee, I’m a customer” guidelines that make most customer-service jobs monotonous. 

Last month, I met Max there every morning when before taking his daughter to the park for a few hours.

Last week, I spent a few hours there at least three nights last week while studying for my Arabic midterm.

Last weekend, I was there almost all day Sunday and a bit of Friday night shoving information in my brain for my impending Biology exam.

 Ezra and I stop in together almost twice weekly just for a caffeine rush between work, lab, and classes. 

We rarely see the same person twice, but today was different. Not only did the girl remember our names, but the manager made an effort to talk to us while we were sitting at the bar. Midway through our conversation, he grabs a bag of the Italian-blend coffee beans and asks us if we have a grinder at home. Upon answering “yes”, he gave us a free bag. 

He didn’t say why, we just inherited some Starbucks’ coffee, and it isn’t like we were the only people in the store or at the bar for that matter. It was a nice gesture, and definitely made my Monday a bit sweeter. 

Just goes to show you that sometimes the simplest acts can brighten a person’s day.