I did an eight hour road trip today. Along about the sixth hour, I started the yawning, eyes tearing sequence. Throw in the warm sun and I knew I’d better do something about it. I wanted to be closer to my destination before finding a motel.
Thankfully, coffee shops abound nowadays. And, needing gas anyway, I pulled in to the Go Mart (gas was $3.15/gallon for regular!) I paid for my gas at the pump, grabbed my pink coffee mug, and headed inside.
A note about my pink mug. It holds a special spot in my heart. It belonged to my mother, who went to be with Jesus in 1998. The mug is actually an insulated Thermos brand coffee type mug. It was what they gave the patients for water at their bedsides. I think this is a great idea–something you can actually use, instead of those flimsy little pitchers. But I digress…
I went into the Go Mart, and proceeded to make my coffee. They had at least three different sizes; I estimated the mug holds 16 oz, but I thought the 20 ounce cup looked like the size of the diameter of the mug.
At the register, I told the lady I wasn’t sure how much the cup holds; she should probably charge me the 20 ounce price. She looked at me for a second, speechless, and proceeded to charge me 88 cents.
Imagine my surprise.
I started to correct her about the price and she told me, because I didn’t come up to the counter and demand to be charged the lowest possible price, she decided to charge me only the refill price.
My mind immediately went to a verse in Phillipians. Verse 5 says “Let your gentleness be evident to all…” (NIV)
And she smiled so sweetly. I can only imagine her earlier customers’ attitudes.
Such a sweet aroma of Jesus in my coffee cup!