i went to barnes and noble yesterday and, while i was paying for my items, i set my iced coffee on the counter so i could fish my wallet out of my purse. i paid, left, got into my car, and suddenly realized i'd forgotten to pick up my coffee before heading out of the store. mike was with me, and i told him what had happened. i was bummed because i'm a really slow drinker, and i knew my coffee was over half-full. after i told mike that part, he agreed i should go back and see if it was still there. i ran in, made it to the counter, and saw that it wasn't there. i looked at the person behind the register (not the person who rang me up) and asked if she'd by any chance seen my coffee and thrown it out.
a moment passed. she looked at me, and then picked my coffee up from behind the counter. i looked down in relief, but then realized it was only about a third full. i looked back up at her, and she was still looking me right in the eyes.
she drank my coffee!!! it was written all over her guilty face. she'd seen my coffee there, thanked the coffee gods for leaving her this gift, and sucked down my delicious skinny cinnamon dolce.
i reached out and took the coffee from her hands with what i'm sure was a confused look on my face. she drank my coffee... this person had picked up a stranger's coffee, not even knowing what the stranger looked like, and had needed coffee so badly that they went ahead and helped themselves. finders keepers, losers weepers.
i was blown away.
mike and i talked about it all the way home. then we talked about it some more today.
the worst part comes now: i needed coffee just as badly as my barnes and noble coffee thief, and i finished it off on the way home. same straw and everything. AND i'm so crazy that i'm contributing the sore throat i have today to the weirdo at barnes and noble. i have her germs.. and i took them knowing exactly what she'd done.
i don't even know myself anymore.