Every damn time the barista gives me the coffee I ordered, he says, “thank you.”
I don’t write this in anger or resentment, more astonishment than anything. Is it not me who is supposed to say “thank you” to him. After all, he’s the one who did the work of making it, who topped it with whipped cream, who took an order and delivered. On top of being thankful for him making me coffee, I even tip him. So whose honor is it, really?
Obviously the artists. Obviously the person who was not only happy, but willing and passionate about taking action. Since I wasn’t ecstatic about the process of ordering a coffee, that opts me out, leaving one person left.
Seems to me like I’ve met an impresario. What would you say?
Stay Positive & Do What You Can Be Thankful To Be Doing
Garth E. Beyer
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