I ran by there this morning to get my daily coffee, especially since I felt like a hammer was banging on the inside of my forehead. It was killer.

I stepped up to the register, ordered, then waited patiently for my drink to be prepared.

They announced that it was ready, I went to get it, and another lady grabbed mine instead.

Just as she took her first sip, the barista behind the counter told her that she had the wrong drink, and it was actually mine.

Would you believe she handed me the drink, and said, “sorry.”