Squandrous

Starbucks smiles.

Some people wear their heart on their sleeve. Me, I wear my mood on my face. (Well, yeah, I wear my heart on my sleeve too.)

I woke up this morning feeling unsettled. My sleep had been restless and the sky was overcast and there was no sun pouring through my window; the little rest I did get was plagued with troublesome dreams.

A scalding-hot shower helped shake off my initial morning blues, but some of them must have lingered, because Jolene noticed it right away.

Starbucks was giving away free pastries to all customers that brought in a coupon today, and as I fumbled to find the coupon hidden among the emails on my iPhone, Jolene looked at me and said,

“Having a rough morning?”

She was either remarkably observant or I was blindingly obvious. I lean to the latter.

She handed my my free croissant and a beverage. I hadn’t ordered a beverage, so I looked at her, puzzled.

“Read the cup. And have a great day,” she replied, smiling.

On the cup?

“Sorry you’re having a rough morning. Hope this latte, on the house, makes you smile.”

I’m smiling right now. Mission accomplished.