Barista Gone Bad
Stopping at Starbucks on a whim, I was greeted by an unpleasant barista. Shouting across the café that she would be with me in a few minutes, I wondered if she was just taking her time due to prejudice, after all I was in Mississippi and she was black and I was white. Once at the register with a scowl on her face, she continued barking at me regarding the gift card payment method, the temperature of the drink and even where to pick it up. Faced with a choice, I could be brash back to her or I could try another method. I decided on kindness. An excuse was offered by saying you seem unhappy at work today, can I pray for you? Her first reaction was surprise, but she quickly said that she was just tired and would like for me to pray. So we stopped right then and there and said a short prayer for her to find peace and rest. As she opened her eyes, I noticed that her countenance had changed as the young woman announced that she felt like she was going to cry. It was then that t