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 break outs. 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? You are 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.