I'm in love.
I stopped for coffee and a muffin at this little mom'n'pop shop this morning to cure my fat kid hunger. They didn't take card; I didn't have cash - so the guy behind the counter just said -
"Just pay us next time."
He gave it to me for free. He saw my brain begin eating itself for lack of caffeine and an overdose of Morning and sent me on my way.
It took me back to growing up in a small town - where a few bucks here and there were always forgotten. Where a handshake or your word were as good as a check. Where a pat on the back and a cup of coffee were a fair price for making a stranger's morning that much easier.
And it felt good to find a place that hit home.
I left that coffee shop with a warm heart and took a sip of the coffee.
It tasted like crap.
Ahhhhhh just like home.
Maybe Starbucks isn't SO bad.