I was on a business run today. A Sunday, I know.
I put in a few extra hours working on a different project, and I got out of the house to do my work at the local giant green coffee place.
I walked in earlier in the morning and set my stuff down. I waited in line and ordered my cup o’ joe.
I knew I wanted to make someone happy today. So, when the line cleared, I approached the friendly barista with specific (yet friendly) instructions.
“I want to buy someone’s drink this morning,” I told him with a smile.
A little smirk slid across his face.
“When you see someone this morning, anyone, someone who needs a little extra, or who really looks like they could use a cup of cheer,” I explained. “Let me buy their coffee, and let them know that a stranger wishes them a happy day. And hand them this,” I politely said as I gave him an envelope.
And he smiled. He told me how nice that was, and he agreed to do the dirty work for me.
I scurried away back to my seat, and dug into my work. My heart was happy.