I felt a strong urge to say something; to “fix” the situation. Something felt wrong and I wanted to make it right. Of course, had I said something, I would have seemed like I was a control-freak – or worse, a jerk. Afterall, in reality, nothing was wrong.
I was standing in line at a coffee shop. A couple was placing their order at the counter and there was another couple between the counter and myself. Either the cashier was really slow, or for some people, ordering coffee is an elaborate process which should require a previously scheduled appointment – regardless, it was taking awhile. Irritating, yes, but that wasn’t the problem. Continue reading