Superfluous Baloney

Last Sunday I was just having one of those mediocre, about to start PMSing, whiny kind of days. I decide to venture out in the cold, dreary weather and attempt to lift my spirits with a little retail therapy. In between stops at some of my favorite retail establishments I decided caffeine would make me even happier. Warmed caffeine on cold days makes me particularly happy-er. Thus I pulled into Starbucks and headed directly to the drive thru. (I have this weird aversion to actually going in to places to get food and beverage items. I much prefer the drive thru whenever possible even if the line is wrapped around the building 8 times. Something about having to stand and wait and have patience all at once that throws me for a loop every time. It some how seems easier to wait and have patience while comfortably sitting in the car jamming to my own tuneage.) The line was seriously long for a Saturday afternoon. Maybe PMSing whiny kinds of days were contagious and I had managed to infect half the yuppy population in the surrounding area? Yes. Apparently so. So I am sitting in the car and I am waiting and waiting and waiting and then I order and wait and wait and wait. Perfectly content in my waiting because I am in the car, heat blasting along with my radio. I arrive at the paying window and begin to hand the girl my wadded up $10 bill, she somewhat awkwardly said, "Ummm, well the car in front of you just paid for yours." She giggled nervously as I stared at her blankly. "Okaaaaaaay." Was all that came out of my mouth. The girl must have felt the need to fill in the awkward silence created by the dumb look on my face so she again stated, "I don't know, they just said to pay for the car behind them too." I finally just took my coffee and said, "Okay, well thanks!" As I drove away sipping my scrumptious mint mocha I ponder this sporadic act of kindness that had been bestowed upon lil ole me. The more I thought about the better I felt. Someone out there wanted to make my day a little cheerier and had succeeded in doing so by spending a whole $3.71. That's right, my happiness can be bought for only $3.71. Alright so it wasn't just that someone paid for me, it was that some random stranger wanted to do something nice for me. Maybe they thought that little act of kindness might bring a little peep of light into my gray and stormy day. I really enjoyed the whole concept of the act. And it did boost my spirits. So if you are out there (I couldn't even tell you what they were driving) I just wanted to say thanks. You made me feel not so alone in the booming metropolis of Nashville. I will be sure to pass your act of kindness along in the very near future so I too will hopefully brighten someone else's day.

I'm starting to get bored with life again. Does anyone see a pattern here? I did the same thing about this time last year. Maybe my anti-social moods directly correspond with the weather. Cloudy and cold - I don't like you. Warm and sunny - I like everyone.

I am starting my MBA program on Thursday so that should help get me going again. A little additional social interaction with some intellectuals will ideally get the juices flowing again and ideally, remind me I am a hot blooded American girl who should be enjoying this carefree stage in my life. One can hope, eh?