#SOL18 Day Twenty-Two
Bam!
Splat!
Oh man!
I turned to look at the door. A young lady, around 20, was moving quickly toward the door with coffee splattered on her face, dribbling down her cheeks.
“That’s just the kind of day I’m having!” she whimpered as she quickly disappeared through the actual door.
“Carrie! Your drink is ready!”
I picked up my drink and turned to leave.
There I saw it. What was left of the 20-year-old’s debacle. The window next to the door of the Starbucks was covered. Coffee was slowly sliding down the glass, hanging on for dear life, probably not to be washed off anytime soon.
She was gone in such a hurry. Understandably. I wished, though, that I could have told her that it was OK. Sometimes the window next to the door looks like the actual door. We’ve all done it. I know it’s embarrassing. I really hope you have a better day.
carrieiswriting 
That poor woman. We’ve all had those days. And when it happens to someone else, we do become more careful ourselves… for a while. Thanks for giving us the heads up.
Aww! I hope her day gets better, that’s a rough start to any day. I always get tricked with doors and which way to push, pull, or enter. It gets confusing!
Ouch! Your message at the end – yes!
Poor lady. She must have been really embarrassed. I like you positive thoughts for the rest of her day.
It’s terrible and you do feel so embarrassed!!
I’ve just picked up Amy Krouse Rosenthal’s “Textbook” and this seems like something that I could find in there – a wish and compassion for a stranger whose experience is universal. Well, little does she know, but now she’s getting positive thoughts from all over the place!
What a cool way to look at this. I love it!!!!
Oh my goodness, she must have been so embarrassed. Poor lady! Hope she had a better day after that mishap!
You have a wonderful heart, Carrie, and this one of those pieces of writing that say so much with so few words. Bam! You nailed it!
That woman was probably so embarrassed! Love your ending message!
I felt like I was right there in the Starbucks watching this happen. Your description of the coffee on the window is wonderful as is your compassion for the girl.