I drink my coffee lukewarm with cream, most often. And sometimes bad coffee just tastes good – you know, like diner coffee or church coffee or my grandma’s Folger’s… sometimes it just hits the right spot. See? Not everyone who works at Starbucks turns out to be a coffee snob.
Joel Osteen has been at Conseco Fieldhouse the past couple of days. I must be out of the Christian loop because I’d never heard of him. Anyway, I worked last night and… it made me sad and angry. The customers we had, all of Joel’s patrons, as it would seem, were terrible. No one smiled. NO ONE tipped. They argued. They complained. Very few thanked us sincerely, or thanked us at all, for that matter. Casey leaned over to me and whispered, “These church people don’t tip very well, do they?” I apologized on their behalf. It reminded me of an editorial I wrote for the Andersonian back in school. I surveyed and/or observed a bunch of people I knew and found that as many as 25 percent of them didn’t tip at all when they went to restaurants.
What the hell?
It makes me wonder if they would have treated us better if they had known I was “one of them.” And it makes me even more reluctant to tell people I’m a Christian. I just can’t comprehend it. What do you gain by treating those who serve you poorly? Does it make you feel powerful? Does it make you feel superior? Or are you just too blind to it to even notice anymore? I know this is nothing new… people are always complaining about how Christians act in the face of the world. But somehow I had come to hope that maybe we as a body were growing out of that. When I’m singing praises in church and I look at the people around me, I could never imagine that these joyful, friendly men and women would be the same ones to turn their noses up at a lowly Starbucks barista.
It’s not about tipping or not tipping. It’s about treating people like they mean something. It’s about making an effort to be pleasant. A smile means a whole lot more to me than $1.
I’m just getting tired of people who don’t care. There’s a lady in my office who will brightly ask me how I am and keep walking. Or that girl I ran into last week who forgot she even knew me. Or that guy who’s all flirtatious and fun when he sees me, promises to call, and then never does. I know I’m not perfect at this either… but I’m seeing it more all the time as I get older and it hurts.
Short version review: Listen to KT. Sometimes bad coffee = good. Smile. Tip. Care. The End.