Today’s Cup 38 was transacted at Starbucks, zip code 97303. Instead of making a quick run into the drive-thru, I made my way inside the store. I was greeted by a colleague, who quickly gave me a big smile and said: “So, what number am I?” I then laughed, as it didn’t take her too long to figure out that she was my random cup of kindness for the day. She was happy to sip the day’s Cup 38.
As I made my way to the counter, one of the baristas belted out: “Hey, how’s the blog?” I laughed again at the fun of all of it, now that the crew knows my game plan. I quickly ordered the coffees and the counter barista asked for the name on coffee #1. I replied “Frances.” She then asked for the name on coffee #2. Again, I replied: “Frances.” She gave a quizzical look, and I said, “Frances for both. I’m using my coffee name, of course. Everyone needs a coffee name. You never use your real name.” She, along with another customer began to laugh and tell me they never knew there was such a concept. The customer said: “I didn’t know you were supposed to have a coffee name!” Again, I chuckled. You see, I only invented my coffee name because my real name is quite unique and often misspelled and mispronounced. I save others from the name confusion, and always use Frances as my coffee name.
So, here’s to another day, and another cup of Fully Caffeinated Generosity and Hope. Until tomorrow, and until another round of fun. For Frances et al.