I went to Dunkin this morning to get coffee. I’m traveling with my brother and needed my morning joe.
The young man who helped me was sweet. I’ll bet he was still in high school, trying to make a little money before he heads off to college.
So, I ordered my coffees — two of them. One for me, one for my brother.
The young man said something to me which I didn’t understand. I shook my head and said, “I’m sorry I didn’t catch that.”
He repeated his words.
I repeated what I heard back to him — “… rice?”
He laughed, and then spoke more slowly. “Hot. Or. Iced.”
“Ah!” I said. “Definitely hot.”
I paid him and put some money in the tip bucket.
I appreciate kids working. I remember how hard it was for me in my first public-facing job. I was 16 years old when I first worked at the Baseball Hall of Fame. We saw all sorts of people there.
I had also ordered a few Munchkins as a treat for my brother. When my young friend went over to put them in the bag, I listed off what varieties I wanted.
He handed the bag to me and sheepishly said, “I gave you an extra one.”
Was he appreciative of the tip?
Had he miscounted and couldn’t take the extra one out?
Or, did we have a connection in our brief interaction?
I’m going with the last theory. He was a sweet kid.
This is my response to this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: sweet.
Every word of this really happened less than an hour ago.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 