Tall Coffee

If I was Lord Voldemort, coffee would be my unicorn blood.

One of the best things about living with my in-laws is that when I wake up, the sweet nectar of life has already been brewed and is waiting for me to partake in it's glory.  Today, when I stumbled out of bed I needed coffee bad as I was up half the night mulling over some recent conversations I had (on a different note Micah (8 months) slept well, I know this because I was awake the majority of the time he was sleeping).  I had a dark pleasingly bitter cup as I ate a pancake my wife made me.  Awesome morning, right?

As I pulled away from the curb my eyes were still heavy so I went to get a second cup of coffee at Starbucks.  I got to the window and was handed my cup of coffee and told the person in front of me had already paid for it. The first thing that went through my mind was this: "I am flattered but I'm married, sorry lady, my wife makes me pancakes in the morning," because obviously the only reason someone pays for someone else's coffee is because they are so incredibly good looking.

Then the barista told me the person in front of them paid for his coffee as well.  My next two thoughts were as follows:

First thought: I'm ashamed for thinking I was really really ridiculously good-looking (thanks Zoolander) and am not as flattered since the person in front of me was a dude.

Second thought: Does this mean I have to pay for the person behind me? What if it is a clown car with 13 people in it, all of whom ordered a trenta sized behemoth of an Americano?  Do I have enough money in savings to pay for that and am I okay supporting that size of an addiction, in that small of a car? 

So I asked the barista, "What did they order behind me?"

"Tall coffee."

I responded a little bit too excitedly to the barista, "YEAH, LET'S KEEP IT GOING!"

Long story short, I am ashamed of my arrogance, thankful that someone paid for my coffee, and I saved myself 45 cents this morning by paying for someone else's coffee.