There had been a slight thaw the day before but the cooler night temperatures had frozen the snow melt to a treacherous high gloss sheen.
I was walking on the snowy street along side the ice skating sidewalk when a man sightly ahead of me suddenly flew through the air and landed with a WHOMP! onto his back on the sidewalk.
He hit pretty hard and I was a bit alarmed.
"Sir, are you OK?" I asked
He didn't respond.
"SIR! Are you OK?" I asked moving closer to him.
He slowly moved to a sitting position and shook himself.
I reached down and started gathering up his belongings that had gone flying.
Handing him his book, I asked again if he was OK.
He didn't say anything but turned to look to to his right.
"Awww Sh*$! My COFFEE!" He suddenly bellowed.
I followed his forlorn gaze to his coffee cup laying upside down, spilling its contents onto the sidewalk.
"Bummer." I commiserated.
He rolled an eyeball to the Venti Mocha I held clutched to my chest and sighed.
I tsked in sympathy, helped him to his feet then patted him on the arm and stumbled my way to work.
Hey.
It may be Christmas time--but I ain't given up my morning Mocha.
No way.
Nuh uh.
*Z snaps*
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5 comments:
At my Starbucks we would have made him a fresh new one...and had you given him yours, you would have gotten a brand new one AND a gift card for being so sweet.
But I understand.
:)
When I worked for Starbuck's I saw something simular while I was on my break, at the time I was known as the "coupon Queen" and as such I always had a book of coupons in my back pocket while I was on shift, so I went up to the guy and gave him a coupon. He was quite thankful.
But now that I don't get a discount I wouldn't be giving up my coffee either(hazelnut, extra shot, whith whip latte.) thankyou very much. :)
HAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Now ThAts a christmas story-
hehehe .... you know with the amount they charge for a cup of coffee, it might as well be a cup of gold.
Happy Christmas!
I keep slipping and falling on the ice this year. Now I understand why all those folks went south for the winters when I was a boy!
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