Pay No Mind

After a long commute, I decide to get some coffee on my way to work. Normally, I don’t do this, but I haven’t been sleeping well, so I figure I need it (and we all know that the coffee at the office can be terrible). 

I walk up to the counter.

Me: “A regular coffee.”

Barista: “Do you want room for milk?”

I say yes, and then she pours the coffee for me. She hands it over, and I proceed to start putting milk and sugar into it.

This is when a new customer arrives and, of course, I move to give her some space at the counter. I wonder for a second why she doesn’t move on to give her order.

I glance quickly at the barista. She proceeds to ask me in the sweetest voice, with maybe some fear in her eyes:

Barista: “Can you please pay for the coffee you ordered?”

Mortified, I realize that I did, in fact, take out my wallet, but didn’t proceed to pay for the drink. I apologize profusely, quickly pay, and rush out of there, face as red as a tomato.

Yeah, I really needed that coffee.