Saturday at Starbucks

Last Saturday morning, my daughter and I decided to head on over to our local Starbucks for a cup of something while we did our devotions and chatted. When we got there, the usual Saturday morning crowd was there, not that I know who the usual crowd is. I simply mean that a crowd was there. The line was long and backed up nearly to the door with more people coming in every few minutes.

My daughter gave me her drink order and then went to find a table where we could plant ourselves while I waited in line to order our drinks. Slowly the line moved forward and before I knew it, I was standing right in front of a very dangerous pastry case. I'm not usually a pastry-buying person, but the longer I stood there, the more inviting the cranberry-lemon scones looked.

We've been trying to eat healthier in our house so at first, I was strong. Then I started along a creative line of reasoning: maybe those scones could count as two servings of fruit...they were cranberry-lemon scones, for heaven's sake! Fortunately, I came to my senses and decided that was ridiculous; I was only going to buy ONE scone and split it with my daughter. Yes, I liked that idea! That is until I noticed something inside that glass case.

I had to look carefully to be sure that what I saw was really inside the case and not on the other side of it. But sure enough, there it was. A fly was buzzing around in there, making itself at home among all of that wonderful looking pastry. I couldn't help myself; I leaned forward and whispered to the woman ahead of me that there was a fly in the pastry case. It's amazing how something as small as a fly can be a real conversation starter! Suddenly, we were chatting like old friends. And what a nice woman she was!

Finally, the line moved forward and my new best friend was next in line to order. I was curious whether or not she would mention the little situation with the pastry case. I listened as she ordered. Nope. Not a word. Obviously, it all rested on my shoulders.

As the very pleasant young barista asked what I would like, I gave her my drink orders. Then she asked the one question that I couldn't ignore. "Would you like something for breakfast with that?" Really, what else could I do? Very discreetly, I leaned across the counter and whispered that she might want to open the door to the pastry case because there was a fly buzzing around in there.

Horrified! That's the best way to describe the look on her face! "Oh, no," she said. "With so many people coming in and out all of the time, the door is always open!" Then she sidestepped her way down to the cabinet and casually pulled open the doors.

I don't know if the fly eventually flew out. I don't know how many people ate breakfast with a little something extra added that morning. I only know, that sometimes God will go to great lengths to help me stick to my healthy diet! Oh, and those two servings of fruit...I had a couple of handfuls of blueberries when I got home.