Saturday, September 10, 2011

A Cup of Coffee

While taking a breather from walking from store stairs and metro stations, Raymon parked me at Starbucks while he walked on to Whole Foods. All was wonderful until I determined that I was freezing!

Easily corrected, I'd just order a cup of coffee. And thus, shuffling bags under a bench, yes I had found a place to sit, I rose and stood next to a lady who ordered a SB's beans. The barrista made a slight error, adding my coffee to her bill. As he began to address the error, laughingly I joking started to say, "Don't you want to buy me..."

But she cut me off, "Put that on my bill, I'll buy you a cup of coffee."

Again, a perfect stranger gave me a gift on the streets of New York City.

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