Thoughts From the Coffee Table: My mom let me walk to Baskin Robbins on my own when I was 7. It was 5 blocks from my house, and these things are not considered good parenting today. But then it was freedom.
One giant scoop of Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream was my go-to flavor then, and apparently still is today.
About half way home, mid lick, the entire scoop feel off the cone and into the dirt. After a stunned few seconds I burst into tears. My grown-up adventure was ruined.
I don’t know what made me turn around and go back, but the sight of my tear streaked face earned me a new cone. I was ridiculously careful with every step, every lick on the way home. I was grateful to that kind woman.
Amidst a 7 hour drive I stopped at Starbucks. Handing me my drink the woman said “Be careful of our new sleeves. They are slippery, and I’ve already dropped 3 drinks today. I don’t want you to spill your coffee.” Like a flash, I was 7 years old.
I thanked her, we laughed about change, and I was back on the road. I immediately took off the sleeve, knowing my tear soaked face wouldn’t get me another latte on the turnpike.
But I was grateful again. To a gentle warning. A beautiful reminder. An example of excellence.
And perhaps a note of advice for Starbucks…