Cold Coffee.

It is harder than I think, being positive 24/7.  Or at least during my waking moments.

This morning, on our newly installed ritual of going out on a breakfast date each time the husband is off work, we went for the buffet at the nearby casino.  (My excuse is, I can eat as much as I want for breakfast.  After all, isn't that the most important meal of the day?  *grin*)  We braved the bitter-cold winds as we brisk-walked through the parking lot, went inside,  got in line, paid up at the cashier, and were quickly whisked off to our tiny table (I forgot to visualize a bigger table). 

I also forgot to visualize an efficient server.  My coffee arrived while I was 3/4 through my first plate, and that's stretching it because I eat rather slowly.  The creamer?  It got to the table five minutes after I've polished my plate off.  By then, the coffee had gone cold.

Through it all, I smiled and remained calm.  I said to myself, Maybe she's new.  She hasn't gotten the hang of things yet.  True enough, moments later, somebody had to help her out with the confusion of which beverage goes to what table.  Poor girl.  And voila, moments later, our favorite server, Alicia, appeared with her big sunny smile asking us if we needed anything.  Turns out she was really our server; she was just on break when we came in.

Any other time, I would have been a bit cross.  I would have told Alicia that the one who covered for her didn't do such a great job (nicely, of course). But I smiled and laughed with the husband, telling myself these are minute matters in the grand scheme of things.  And it really does wonders, thinking only the best of people, putting ourselves in their shoes. 

After discussing with Alicia the merits of a glass of cold pineapple juice, we decided it was time to go. We were only sorry we didn't have enough spare change to add to her tip.

It is still 12 noon, but I'm guessing I will be smiling the whole day.