Today’s Cup of Kindness was transacted at Starbucks, zip code 97303. I’m not sure what the driver of the white Chevy in Washington license plates likes to drink, but it totaled six bucks and change. There wasn’t much fanfare, just another quick pass-thru, all in the mission of Fully Caffeinated Generosity and Hope. Cheers!
Monthly Archives: April 2013
Today’s cup of kindness was transacted under sunny skies at Starbucks, zip code 97303. The even more sunny Snowman Cookie Barista greeted me at the window and double-swiped the iPhone; making sure I paid for the driver in the truck behind me. She then shouted out: “Hey, you’re buying his triple grande latte, how cool is that!” We both smiled. It was a good day, all in the spirit of Fully Caffeinated Generosity and Hope. Until tomorrow.
Today’s Cup 116 was purchased at Starbucks, zip code 97303. The driver of a Kia minivan ordered a fancy caramel something-or-other and some other tidbits, totaling $7 bucks and change. I hope it made her day. It definitely made me smile, between that and the sunshine, of course. Here’s to another day down in the project of Fully Caffeinated Generosity and Hope. May you be blessed with a little sunshine on your face and a cup of kindness in your hand. Until tomorrow.
Today’s Cup 115 was transacted in the early morning at Starbucks, zip code 97303. The driver of a Black Acura was the lucky recipient of the day’s $4.69 cup of goodwill. As the barista swiped my card, he laughed a bit when I mentioned I was paying for the Blackura behind me. He quickly handed over the hot soy latte and the cheery Snowman Cookie Barista [Cup 32] also shouted out a big hello through the window.
It was just one more day down in the spirit of Fully Caffeinated Generosity and Hope. Two hundred and fifty days left to go; buying coffee for random strangers. What an interesting adventure this has become. May you be fortunate enough to have a cup of kindness in your hand. Until tomorrow.
Today’s Cup 114 was swiftly transacted at Starbucks, zip code 97303. The hot soy latte was a welcome pick-me-up after an exhausting four-hour rehearsal; preparing for an upcoming show for community theater. Since no one queued up in the line behind me, I left the standard $5.00 bill with a barista at the counter. The barista is new to my project, but with a smile, he said: “You know, sometimes paying it forward really confuses people. They can’t figure out what’s going on!” I had to laugh a bit and then explained that I believe that’s an example of good confusion.
As the friendly barista handed over my latte, he began to tell me about a drive-thru regular that pays for the coffee behind them and blogs about the clever or interesting stories. He even started to tell me all about my very own Cup 8! I quickly thanked him and drove off with my coffee in hand, and then laughed my way through those first few sips. That new barista had no idea he was talking about me. I’m the regular! It was one more successful day in the mission of Fully Caffeinated Generosity and Hope, and I loved that I flew under the radar. That’s the best type of kindness. The kind that just happens before anyone really knows what to think. I can then exit stage right. Right into another random act of kindness. Until tomorrow, and until the next theater of joyful and caffeinated goodness.
Today’s Cup 113 was purchased at Starbucks, zip code 97303. The $6.42 cup of kindness went to the behemoth Chevy truck in my rear-view; only after squeezing into the drive-thru after a required 4-point turn on big mud tires. Laughable, just a bit.
As the barista rang up the totals, she thanked me and my trusty co-pilot. While handing over the drinks, she said: “Last time, the [kindness] chain went on for eight cars!” We smiled. It was another successful day in the mission of Fully Caffeinated Generosity and Hope. Until next time.
Today’s Cup 112 was swiftly transacted at Starbucks, zip code 97303. The grill of the humongous Ford truck behind me nearly swallow up my little VW, but not before ensuring that friendly barista double-swiped the orders. I drove off, thinking of the $7.79 gift for the stranger behind me, and hoped they enjoyed being the recipient of Fully Caffeinated Generosity and Hope.
Continuing down the road, my favorite public radio station was reporting the memorial in Boston, MA., honoring the victims and community of the tragic marathon-related violence on Monday, May 15th. As I sipped my latte, I found it so wrong, and so sad, that 112 days into this project another tragic act of violence should take place. I know my silly little coffee project isn’t fixing anything, but I still pray for peace. I pray for Boston. I pray for humankind. May you be blessed with a cup of kindness in your hand, and blessed by peace and comfort in your own little piece of the world. Good always wins. I believe.