Throughout the month of March, I am participating in the Slice of Life Story Challenge. I am happy to co-host this event with the team at Two Writing Teachers. Everyone is welcome!
I went up to the counter for the third time to se if my coffee was ready. Nope. Not there.
"Excuse me," I said, annoying people who were waiting in the Starbucks line. They'd get over it. I just wanted to find out the status of my mobile order.
"We don't have any orders," the barista said. "Let me see your receipt."
"At least it's nice out," I said. "And we could all use the steps."
The three of us continued our conversation walking down Broadway, and sure enough, our coffees were waiting, unclaimed at the counter.
But the story's not over...
We said goodbye, and I walked back up toward the garage on 120th, happily people watching, thinking about the great learning of the day, and sipping my coffee. Ahead of me, a familiar face, although so out of context, approached me.
"Laura?" I said sure but not sure.
It couldn't be. Laura lives in northern Vermont, and she wouldn't be at a TCRWP Reunion Saturday-- she was my mentor throughout my MFA program in Boston. She was so out of context. But it was Laura, and it was great to see her, as she really is one of my favorite people.
I met her daughter who was surprised at how much I knew about her. (People in MFA programs spend a lot of time together!) We caught up for a few minutes, and I will email her later tonight.
Sometimes mistakes are great! I couldn't help thinking that if I'd ordered the coffee from the right place, I would not have run into Laura and her daughter.