This morning I stopped at the Quick Trip for a morning cuppa before work.
It's on the way to the office and I have a refillable mug and the office coffee is worse than drinking turpentine (and I should know), so there's really no reason NOT to get my java fix.
Anyhoo, I head up to the counter with my hot Colombian Supremo (with a squirt of half&half) and pay the cashier. I get my change and turn to head out the door.
As I'm turning, I overhear the woman next to me say "... sorry, I don't have the extra two cents." Turns out her items cost a total of some number of dollars and two cents. I realized that when I received my change, part of it included two pennies.
Now was my chance to do a random good deed.
"Here you go," I said as I tossed the Lincoln's on the counter.
I got the expected "Thanks" and smile. And I felt pretty good about it I guess. But I didn't do this random act of kindness for the thanks, or the smile, or even the feeling of doing something nice for a complete stranger.
Rather, I did it for the chance to be able to say "No problem. It's just my two cents."
Yeah. I'm corny like that.
tagged: coffee, pennies, two cents, Quick Trip, kindness