Walk up to cafe counter.
Cashier hands me a cup, “Get out of here.”
I smile, “Thank you.”
“Your talk made me feel a lot better.”
“Good. It was supposed to.” I say, walking away smiling.
Three days ago this cashier was sitting at a table next to mine while on break. And she was on the verge of tears. I didn’t know what it was about, but I spoke up anyway…
“Just remember, it’s temporary. You’re not [working] here forever. You’re here by choice. You’re in control of your life.”
It worked. I think I may be in the free-coffee-for-life club now.
Or at least as long as she chooses to stay.
- Thanks, Laura, for your brilliant comment that turned into the title of this post. :)