I finished my Christmas shopping today at the local Marketplace, and experienced a little Christmas cheer at Starbucks.

I walked into Starbucks and dropped my backpack at the long wooden table to save my seat. With no line, I walked to the register looking at the menu behind the gentlemen getting ready to take my order.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he said.

I stepped back and let a women ahead of me. The manager walked to the second register, smiling. She recognized me. I’ve been to this Starbucks a few times before, never causing trouble and keeping to myself, writing. I walked to her register.

“How are you?” I said.

“Great. It’s almost Christmas,” she said

“I know. May I…” The room got loud. The manager cupped her hand to her ear, open to my direction. I projected my voice to match the audio level. “…have a gingerbread latte, with almond milk. Medium.”

“Whipped cream?”

“No, thank you,” I said, gesturing with my hand. “I appreciate you asking.” She nods. Dairy is congestive.

“Ok. Chip-it, if you got it.”

“That’s smooth”

“Thank you. It’s like I do this for a living or something,” she said, smiling.

I laughed heartily. She’s a charming woman. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. I gave you a special cup.”

She turned the Starbucks cup in her hand to read “Go LA” written in black marker the way the Los Angeles Dodgers write their logo.

“Thank you so much,” I said, widening my smile.

I walked back to my backpack and took a seat, still smiling from my exchange with the manager.

img_1976She didn’t charge me for the almond milk. She’s a manager; she knew to charge for almond milk. I’ve worked as a barista, and from my experience, my manager was always strict about charging for everything.

It’s the little things that make your day a little better, that make life worth living. Saving me 60 cents after having spent almost $500 on gifts and then writing “Go LA” on my latte cup made me incredibly grateful for having bought gifts for my family.


Karma is real. Since I thought about other people and not myself (for once), the good karma came back to me in that small gesture. It was a small experience that said, “hey, you’re good nature isn’t going unnoticed.”

I feel better about myself, and about the rest of my day. I’ll go to the gym later, and have a wonderful time playing basketball by myself, because that small gesture made the rest of my day that much better.

Christmas brings the best out of people. When I drove to the shopping center and saw that the parking lot was nearly full at 10 AM, practically when the stores were just beginning to open, I thought, “hyper-consumerism will kill us all,” but bought things for my family anyways. I thought, it really doesn’t matter too much what I’ve bought for everyone, as long as it’s somewhere in the ball park of something they would like, or at least won’t hate, just to show that I was thinking about them.

I had fun, and showing from that little exchange at the end of my trip, I know I did a good thing.

Have you experienced something that put you into the Christmas spirit this season? What has your experience with karma taught you? Comment below!