Taste of London Culture

Rich enjoyed his shandy.

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Coffee Karma

Ysabela and I had a fabulous visit to D. C. for the American History Film Project exhibition.  I was excited to have Doorja leading our tour since she was so knowledgeable and enthusiastic (in spite of the rain).  Ysabela learned a lot.  Martha was there to help navigate, so all bases were covered.

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Our weekend was fun, but then we had to get down to the business of making our way home again.  Our shuttle driver was late, but it turned out fine since ticket agents open the counter close to five in the morning.  Ysabela and I had stayed up all night so we wouldn’t oversleep, so we were in desperate need of coffee!  While I waited in line to check us in, Ysabela was playing on her phone in the waiting area.

The line moved rather quickly, and I looked over to catch Bela’s eye so she could join me.  I was surprised to see her chatting with “tall, dark and handsome.”  After I noticed him close to my daughter, my tired, squinty eyes zeroed in on his cup of coffee.  🙂  Where in the airport did he get that this early in the morning?!  My (flawed) plan was to clear security and then get a cup of java.  Seeing his cup made me realize the error of my ways.  Bela was happily chatting away to this young fellow, but I had the chance to ask about the coffee shop location.

He stood up quickly when I turned back to the line and asked Ysabela if we wanted coffee.  She reported later that she refused several times, but he insisted.  He put his coffee cup down near Bela, took off and said he’d be back.

I was approaching the counter when I turned to see this young man with a cup in each hand heading my way!  I couldn’t believe it when he refused payment for the coffees!  I tried three times, but he wouldn’t hear of it.  He said something like, “I’m working, and if you want coffee, you can have coffee!”  What choice did we have?  Ysabela and I thanked him profusely and had coffee!  Before he disappeared, I asked him his name and told him I’d be sure to blog about him.

If any of you know a handsome gentleman named Zari, please pass along a hug from us.  He made our morning, so he deserves some good karma….let’s all keep paying it forward.