I mentioned during yesterday's chat with Dan's sister-in-law, Cindy, how cranky and out of sorts I've been this week.  So I wasn't terribly surprised when I was cranky again this morning as I got going.  Something small happened on my way into Starbucks though that made me feel a whole lot better.

I go to Starbucks most mornings to buy a latte.  I justify the habit as my first meal of the day and my way of getting calcium (which I need as a woman of a certain age).  I used to have angst over driving to get the coffee until Darrell bottom-lined it for me...pointing out that I paid a lot more per gallon of Starbucks coffee than I do per gallon of gas.  (That might have dissuaded some people from getting the coffee but not me!)

Anyway, the parking lot getting to the Starbucks normally seems like a speedway--people racing each other through the lot to get to the best and closest parking space; then racing each other to the door to get ahead in line.  I hang back because I have the luxury of setting my own work schedule, so I don't need to race.  But that doesn't mean the racing doesn't irk me...it often does. 

So it was a nice surprise this morning when a gentleman behind me in the parking lot, who got a closer parking space than me because of my habit of parking farther away and walking, not only held open the door for me as I got to it but insisted I go ahead of him in line.

What a kind thing to do.  I will have to do the same thing for someone else next time I go.

It changed my perspective, got a smile on my face to start the day...and that's (almost) better than a venti-nonfat-one-splenda-latte.

Almost.

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