It's a Monday. The start of the week with a whole week of commuting ahead of me. I hadn't had the best weekend and I couldn't wait to get home. On a spur of the moment decision I decided to go get something from a cafe on my short walk from the tube station to the main train station. It's a simple order, a peppermint tea and a chocolate brownie. I could tell that the two workers who were in the shop, one cleaning the shelves and the other slumped behind the counter are beginning to tire from their day. I always feel like I can relate to that feeling having previously worked as a waitress for 2 years. Despite my lack of energy I always put on a happy smile for the baristas as I know a grumpy and difficult customer is not appreciated towards the latter end of the day. The man behind the counter made my tea whilst I scavenge around my bag for my purse which is of course right at the bottom in the most difficult place to reach. I heard him mumble a price but didn't quite catch it averting my gaze to the price on the till. He sensed my confusion.
"The tea's on the house"
I couldn't quite believe it. It's ridiculous that such a small act of kindness startled me so much. I thanked the barista and walked out with a big smile on my face and a much better mood. It was such a little thing that that man did, and he got nothing out of it but it's those little things in life that can really make someone's day.
I wanted to write this down so I could remember it and also share it. Small gestures can so often be overlooked, by myself included, but they really do mean the world. I want to make sure I remember that.
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