[dropcap]T[/dropcap]he young couple in front of me ordered their drinks at the Starbuck’s counter, but it was apparent they didn’t have enough money to complete their transaction. The young man dug around in his pockets.
It made me smile. The couple reminded me of when Jamie and I first got married. Those were lean times, we’d go to Kentucky Fried Chicken just to lick other people’s fingers.
“Allow me.” I stepped forward. “I’ll buy their drinks.”
“Okay sir,” said the attendant. “That’ll be twenty-nine dollars.”
“Huh?”
The attendant just blinked.
“What’d they order?” I asked. “Double scotches?”
“No sir, two Grande Mocha Cookie Frappuccinos, with seven shots of vanilla, and four shots of espresso.”
I ordered myself a humble black coffee, and then took out a second mortgage to pay for the young couple’s drinks.
The young man shook my hand, and then introduced me to his wife. They were a nice looking young couple with tired, but cheerful faces.
“I can’t thank you enough,” the young man said.
“Nah.” I waved him off. “Don’t mention it.”
It was at this juncture that I decided to offer the two turtle doves a little bit of unsolicited advice.
“You see kids,” I said. It made me feel good to call them that. “It will get better, I promise. Just remember, as long as you have each other, you’ll be wealthy where it counts.” I tapped my chest. “In your hearts.”
They thanked me profusely, and then climbed into their Executive Class Range Rover Autobiography, and peeled out of the parking lot.
2 comments
Grover Monster - April 14, 2015 11:23 am
no they dint!
Steven Lafflan - April 14, 2015 1:22 pm
I look forward to your stories.