One Sunday, a few weeks ago, I had nothing to do. No plans, no one to see, and no obligations for the first time in months.payitforward

I didn’t know what to do with myself so I cooked a big greasy breakfast, watched a little television, and putzed around the apartment until I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to get out. So

I decided to get my car washed and get my eyebrows done. At least that way I could feel like I did something productive.

I have to resort to threading for the removal of my facial hair and it’s so painful for me, tearing out each hair one by one. I prefer the quick and easy method of waxing, but my skin is just way too sensitive and I get horrible breakouts. Even threading has it’s drawbacks because my skin will turn a deep shade of red around the areas that were treated that will last for hours.

It’s safe to say that on the days I get my eyebrows threaded, I don’t go anywhere, but home. But this one particular Sunday, I decided to go through the Starbucks drive-thru to get an iced tea.

As I waited in a very long slow moving line in the summer heat, I realized that the girl did a really crappy job on my eyebrows. Then the woman in front of me ordered a million drinks. Really? Are you going to do this through the drive-thru? Now I’m hot, annoyed and I’m wasting perfectly good gas because someone was too lazy to get out of the car, meaning me.

As I was about to post a rant on Facebook as to how there should be a rule to the number of drinks you could order through the drive-thru it was my turn to drive up to the window. I mutter the word, “Finally,” under my breath, rolling my eyes for good measure.

The barista leaned out the window to hand me my drink as I rolled up. Just as I was about to tell her that I ordered a venti, not a grande, she says, “Here you go! It’s free! The lady before you paid for your drink. Do you know her?”

I was so taken aback, I couldn’t speak at first, but quickly recovered and thanked the Barista like she was the one that did me this special favor. Then the realization hit me. Here I am bitching about this woman because she was inconveniencing me and she’s buying me a drink. Thank you, Universe. The not so subtle lesson was learned.

P.S. I paid it forward the next time I went through the Starbucks drive thru. Balance is now restored.