Like any other morning, I wake up and take my 3 legger for a walk, get some coffee from my local Starbucks located across the street.
Today, a little more tired that usual, I ordered my coffee, grabbed a scone and went to the waiting area for my deeelish white chocolate mocha, non fat with no whip, OKay!

Anyway, posted in the area was a newspaper clipping with two older women holding hands across the counter. One an employee of Starbucks in WAshington, the other a regular who the article claims to pay for her coffee with coins everyday.

I am reading, because I do not have coffee yet, and it goes on to say that Mrs. Ausnes tells Ms. Anderson "I'm a match".
I almost immediately start to cry but hold it together because I am in public and just not pretty right now, crying would've enhanced my sick look. I read on and it is remarkable to me that a lady who is simply a Starbucks regular, now will have a chance to have a working kidney because of this selfless woman. Apparently the family was not a match and Ms. Anderson was dying, so Mrs. Ausnes decided to take it upon herself to get checked.
Fighting back the tears, I decided that I am coming to Starbucks for everything. I am sure they will get me what I need. I wonder how many phone calls they will get from people who need donors. Way to go Mrs. Ausnes, you just fucked your global co-workers. How will a person in a Starbucks uniform walk the streets alone? They best steer clear of ay health facilities.........Really nice.

Actually, it was really nice.