Free Coffee
After work, while waiting for my ride, I decided to go over to a local coffee shop and grab a cup of coffee. I strolled on over there, walked in the door, up to the counter, and ordered a medium coffee with cream and sugar, just how I like it. Don't judge!! The cashier lady was not my favorite cashier lady. She is a beautiful blonde goddess with angelic blue eyes, that I’d been crushing on for months. I didn’t see her anywhere. As a matter of fact, I didn’t see anyone else either. Just me and the “new” girl. An older lady, kinda creepy, with stringy gray hair, age spots, and these messed up looking green eyes. Anyway, she went to go make my coffee. Seconds later she came back with said coffee and placed it on the counter in front of me, rang it up, and told me the price. I, with anticipation of tasting this wonderful concoction that now sits in front of me, whipped out my debit card and proceeded to swipe it through the card reader. Then, the most horrific thing happened, those four little words that no one with a debit card ever wants to read, came flashing on the screen, UNABLE TO READ CARD. No, this can't be happening. So I swipe my card again, same thing, AGAIN, SAME THING!!!! Uugghhh!!! So the creepy cashier lady says, let me see if I can swipe it through on my side. Ok, anything at this point. So she swiped the card through on her side, same thing!!! Why, Lord, why. Meanwhile I can hear the coffee calling my name, Mike…Mike. Oh , the torture. She then looked at me and says, hey don't you work at the grocery store across the street. I say yes, yes I do. Here's the disturbing part. She says, It's "just coffee", you can have it on the house. The angel started singing, all the planets aligned and for that brief moment, all is right with the world. I got FREE COFFEE.
