*I actually wanted to name this blog “Rethink before you act like a bitch,” but that doesn’t rhyme or sound half as familiar or attractive as a blog title, amiright?
So no shit, there I was, standing in line at the Starbucks in the Target, mostly because I was too lazy to drive to the real Starbucks, and the line was insanely long. For some reason frappuccinos were on some random promotion, and everyone was buying them as if they were stocking their Trump-pocalypse bomb shelters.
It didn’t help that there was only a single barista. She rang up the order of the current customer, went off and made the drink, then came back and repeated the process. One person making half a dozen frappuccinos takes about as long as most people would expect it to. How long is that? Too long.
The group of three people in front of me were muttering, shooting daggers at the barista with their eyes, which she couldn’t see because she was busy running as many blenders as she could. I couldn’t help but think that she felt it, though. Even if she couldn’t, she probably at least knew that people in the line were pissed. Shuffling, grumbling, tapping on their carts. Not hard to figure out that people were getting pissed at her.
I was one of those people.
Frustrated. Caffeine deprived. Super bitchy.
I got to the front of the line.
A Regina George moment was coming on.
I took a deep breath…and I said, “Wow, did they seriously just leave you alone to deal with this line? That sucks.”
She explained that the other barista was on lunch, it hadn’t been that busy, and now she was swamped.
I smiled, asked for my drink, thanked her, and moved on.
I didn’t do it because of the old, stupid “Be kind for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.” That’s bullshit.
You shouldn’t need a reason to be kind.
You shouldn’t have to imagine that a person is fighting a battle. They could be having the very best day of their life.
You should still be kind.
Even if you have been waiting for more than ten minutes for coffee.