A few weeks ago I wrote about The Old Man That Made Me Cry. Take a minute to read what effect he had on me.
You’ll be glad to know that I have, in fact, manned up, and I no longer cry at the drop of a hat. Phew. And he’s still alive, bless him, because I see him every time I come to the café to work. I’m still wondering what he carries around in ‘that’ bag though.
After talking to friends about him, I’ve been thinking about doing something nice for him. No, not that. So today, I bit the bullet, went out of my comfort zone a little, and … no, I didn’t talk to him.
I know, I know, it doesn’t take much to talk to strangers but I just think I’m so insular sometimes (life of a freelancer!) that I’m just out of practice.
Instead, I had this chat with the barista:
ME: You know that old guy that comes in.
HER: There are loads of old guys that come in!
ME: Valid point. You know … the one with the bag. Has a skinny latte I think every day. Toast. Grey hair … was in earlier.
HER: Oh Eddie!! Yeah, sweet bloke.
ME: Right, so, Eddie … well, I’d like to buy him a coffee.
*cue strange look*
HER: Erm, why?
ME: Just because really. He looks like a nice old man and I’d like to do something nice for him. The whole Pay It Forward concept?
*cue strange look*
HER: So you just want to buy him a coffee?
HER: And do you need to be there when he orders it.
ME: Nope. And you don’t need to tell him it’s me. Just that someone bought him a coffee.
HER: Just that someone bought him a coffee? And that’s it?
I had actually completely frazzled her brain with this small gesture of kindness.
So tomorrow, when Eddie comes in for his skinny latte, the coffee will be on me. It’s the first time I’ve ever done anything like this … I mean I’ve read about other people doing it, but this is the first time I’ve stopped talking about doing it and actually did it.
And it felt really, really good.
I’ll keep you posted about how it went … interested to know if anyone else has ever done anything like this.