Last Friday

Cafes are my balm. In the midst of a particularly awful day I come here to ignore the Lit text I should be reading and instead indulge in whimsical scribbles about nothing of consequence hidden from the mayhem for a few minutes.

Today I feel like I have been dragged behind a ute down a gravel road. I’ve been stressfully late for every event, delayed by interminable freeway roadworks, sent on a document signing goose chase across campus and then verbally bashed at the uni admin office for trying to correct my enrollment for the 5th time.  (Note: the first four were not my fault.)

I tried, I failed, so I came here.

I’ve had a quality latte, a couple of slices of complimentary specialty bread – it came with the great chat with the Barista - and if that wasn’t enough the gal at the deserts counter just popped by with a wink and a slice of pecan pie. It is possible she saw me stealing multiple pieces from her samples tray earlier.

Awwww

Honestly it makes me think that none of us have any idea what a small kindness can mean in a strangers day. That pecan pie has renewed my spirit. To give credit where it is due the sugar has done its bit too. But it is the warmed heart, not the coffee buzz and sugar rush, which has picked me up. I ought to be doing more of the same for people around me. Really spend way too much time focused on myself.

Comments

[Ness]

...one of the reasons I love being a barista! I too need to focus less on myself though, and so we plough on...

[York G'ma]

I don't get pecan pie when I visit said barister!!! Hurumph.

[Ness]

she ain't talkn' about me in the blog marmie :)

[York G'ma]

Ooops. Well I still don't get Pecan Pie. Marmie

[katie]

Try looking more pitiful when nicking sample pieces. And hungry.

[kathryn]

I would love to know which cafe is giving away sample pieces of pecan pie - I LOVE pecan pie!!