Friday morning I headed to campus to stash my car, pick up my final papers and catch the bus up to the hospital for a job interview. In true Lisa form, I was incredibly early and stopped in at a coffee shop to kill some time.
A middle aged man approached my table and asked if he could sit with me. Of course, and I went back to reading my book.
He was holding his mocha with both hands, drinking very carefully, absolutely beaming, and kept repeating to himself, "This is so good. So good. So so good."
After he had drained it, he stood up carefully, sat down, stood up carefully, sat down, wiped the table a little with his napkin, and stood up. Still beaming, he said, "Thank you for letting me sit with you. Have a nice day. Have a nice day. Thank you. Have a nice day." I couldn't help but smile at his authenticity and pureness of spirit.
Then he took the napkin and blew his nose.
And then he thoroughly and carefully wiped the table again with it.
And it reminded me of why I love people. And why I carry anti-bacterial wipes in my purse.