Hello fellow bloggies! I cannot tell you how much I’ve missed you all. I’m planning a baby shower for my BFF and it’s turned into quite the ordeal. The original guest list was around 35. Very manageable. There were a few additions here and there which blossomed the guest list to 75. Then there’s the group invitation that was extended to the women of her church and looks like will result in another 20-25 guests. I’m trying not to panic and just keep plugging away at my to-do list. It’s turning into a full-time job which hasn’t left much, if any, time for blogging, reading and commenting.
BFF is on bedrest because of some minor complications so Peanut and I loaded up in the car and drove up to visit her last week and help around the house. We really couldn’t chat or hang out much because she’s working from home, but I was glad to pitch in because I know she’s stressing about the state of the house while she can’t do anything about it. I would go every day if I could. Unfortunately, she lives an hour and a half away. 😦
On the way home, I decided to stop at my very favorite grocery store in the entire world, Dorothy Lane Market. Sometimes I wish we lived in a big city so I’d have access to more fresh, healthy food options like this. Other times I’m glad we don’t because I’d probably put us in the poor house. LOL
Half of the store is a traditional grocery layout while the other half houses cases of fresh foods including a deli, bakery and my personal favorite…a sushi stand! Not one place near us sells sushi so I decided to take advantage of being in the “big city” and pick some up. I love how the people who actually make the sushi come right out to the case and help you make your selection. After much deliberation, I settled on spicy tuna with brown rice and a container of spring rolls. I ate all the sushi and 2 of the spring rolls, taking the rest home to savor later. Since I can’t eat and drive, I partook in a front seat picnic while Peanut slept soundly in the back seat.
Actually, I need to rewind a little to get to the title of my post. I paid for my sushi, but couldn’t pass up the Boston Stoker coffee cart on my way out. I’ve had a lot of coffee in my 27+ years, but theirs is hands down the best. I have to get my fix anytime I’m near one which isn’t often enough. 🙂
I hopped in line behind an older gentlemen and talked and played with Peanut in her car seat while we waited. After placing his order, the man turned around and said “…and I’d like to pay for whatever this young lady is having.” I looked behind me thinking maybe I had separated a party in line, but the man was talking about ME. I was flabergasted and it took me a minute to catch my breath. I thanked him for his generosity, but told him he didn’t need to do that. The man persisted and said that he goes to that coffee cart every day. Each week, he randomly picks one person and pays for their coffee. I finally gave in and ordered a small iced skinny latte. Before the barista could get started, the man laughed and said “She’ll have a large.”
I thanked the man about 642 times while the barista made our drinks. I was absolutely floored by his generosity. I know I’ll probably never see him ever again, but that small act of kindness had the biggest impact on me. I can’t afford to buy coffee for someone once a week, but I’m making it my mission to pay it forward every chance that I get in ways that don’t cost a dime. Thanks to Mr. Unknown, I enjoyed this beautiful specimen of coffeehood on my drive home: