It's Wednesday. Normally I go to Starbucks on Wednesdays because I also go to city council on Wednesdays and sometimes the only thing that gets me through is a grande non-fat no-whip mocha and a cranberry-orange scone.
So I couple weeks ago I was on my normal Wednesday morning route to the drive-through Starbucks in my neighborhood. I placed my order, pulled up to the window, paid for my drink and drove away. It wasn't until I was several blocks away that I took my first sip...only to discover they had given me the wrong drink. I assume I got someone else's vanilla latte and someone else got my mocha. I was so disappointed. I only go to Starbucks once a week! It's a special treat! What a let down. It was too late to turn around and go back. Oh well.
So the following Wednesday, I was back at Starbucks, going through the drive-through line. I remembered how they messed up my order last time and thought about mentioning it to the barista. I figured they might give me a free drink this time to make up for the mistake before. But then I decided not to say anything. It's not really a big deal. It's just a cup of coffee, after all.
When I arrived at the window, the cashier handed me my coffee and I handed her my credit card.
"Oh, your drink is free," she said.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Yea, the guy in the car in front of you paid for your drink. He said to tell you it was a random act of kindness and that he hopes you have a great day."
I drove away with a huge smile on my face and a hot, delicious mocha in my cupholder. :)