Well, as you may or may not know, my big ride of the year is coming up in about 3 weeks. The RSVP (Ride from Seattle to Vancouver BC and Party). It’s a 2 day ride, 100 miles each day. With other things planned for the upcoming weekends, I decided today was the best day for one last century ride before the big event.
You know, I wasn’t going to do a post today, I have other things to do, and even though it was a fun ride tonight (I snuck in 50 miles) up and until mile 49, nothing blogworthy had occurred. Who knew that last mile would make a difference! So blog I will, but just a short one!
I was stopped at the last stop light before my house. I was first in line right at the cross walk. I looked to the left and this 14 or 15-year-old girl was walking across the intersection to my side, and would pass right in front of me. She was munching cookies from a package she bought at the corner store.
I smiled at her, as I do everyone I make eye contact with when I ride and she smiled back. Now remember, I did 49 miles after riding 18 this morning. I probably looked pretty darn tired, and who knows, maybe even hungry.
As she reached me in the intersection she smiles and says, “Would you like a cookie?”
Ok, somewhere out there is a cyclist who doesn’t like cookies. That aint me! “Yes I would!” I replied, “Thank you!”
She handed me a cookie, hit the sidewalk my side of the intersection, then turned her head and said, “Have a nice ride!” and she walked and munched down the road!
Ladies and gents, we call this trail magic. It’s when a complete stranger does you a kindness of some type completely out of the blue, and without ever being asked. Thinking back I can only remember a couple of other times this has happened.
We all know there is a lot of crap wrong in the world, and who knows if it will ever get fixed. But knowing people like this teenager are willing to share her cookies with a scungy looking cyclist tells me it aint all bad! And it still puts a smile on face!
Like the wind folks and if you get a chance, do some trail magic of your own!
I may be dating myself here, but one of my favorite shows of all time was “Cheers“, from back in the 80s.
It of course all took place in a small bar in Boston, owned by Sam “Mayday” Malone, Carla and Diane were the servers, Coach and then Woody were the bartenders, and the resident know-it-all Cliff Claven.
My favorite character though was Norm Peterson. He would walk in and the whole bar would yell “NORM!” Woody would say “How you doing Mr Peterson?” to which he’d reply, “Like its a dog eat dog world and I am wearing milkbone shorts!”
So why am I saying all this? Because Norm demonstrates why its good to be a “regular” at an establishment of one type or another. Today, “my” Starbucks proved yet again why this is true!
We walked in, and there was a long line, yet the manager, Kimmie, saw me come in nd yelled “T-TOWN!” No idea why I picked up that name, but that’s what she calls me. Ahead of us was some old crotchety guy wanting 6 drinks, a lady who wasn’t sure what she wanted and a myriad of other customers.
As we got close to the register, Daniel the baristo (a guy barista) took my cup. We always order the same thing, Venti 4 pump vanilla black ice tea with a personal cup. Its my wife’s daily rink (I just drink whatever swill is at work, or, like now, since I am being healthier, green tea. It’s always fun when new baristas realize the drink I get everyday isn’t for me, but for my gorgeous wife.
This is the best part though, and here is where being a regular is the best part. Nicole was still working on crotchety guy’s order “I still have 3 more coming back there!” I heard him growl, there were 4 people behind him and ahead of us. BUT, when we got to the register, the ice tea was made, and sitting right there for us to grab! Swiped the card and gone while the old guy was still waiting!
Now, this does not happen in every Starbucks I go to. For the most part, except for airport Starbucks, the employees there all very nice and attentive. This one is special. The is the Ballinger Starbucks in Shoreline, and in addition to those listed above, there is also, Patti, MaryJo, Mandie, Ivory, and Meaghan. Each time a new employee starts, they introduce me by name. When its slow and I have time, we linger and chat, but when they are busy I get out of their way.
Part of this treatment is the culture of the company, but a big part is from my Dad as well. He ALWAYS, used the name of servers in places we went. I asked him why once, and he said “its a hard job, and people sometime treat them like crap. So I try extra hard to be nice.” I told my kids the same when they’ve asked me the same question.
So going here has shown me dad was right. There are benefits to being nice, AND, i honestly like the people who work there. So much so, that I go out of my way on errand days to hit that one instead of one closer. They’ve earned it!
I don’t EVER want to look like Norm, but I am damn glad I get treated like him! Thanks y’all for always making us feel important!