Yesterday I went to my regular Starbucks. I was surprised at the line in front of me but I wasn’t afraid to wait because it was moving pretty quickly.

There was a new guy at the register and he was quite friendly with the girl two ahead of me. When he got to the lady right in front of me he was making her laugh and kept smiling while helping her.

When I walk up I cheerly say, “Good morning! How are you?” He looks at me with a dull expression and responds with a disgusted, “what do you want?” I thought what the hell did I do to make him hate me? I thought I was being friendly.

I told him my order and he wasn’t listening so I had to repeat myself thereafter he rolled his eyes to let me know how annoying he thought I was. I started think maybe he doesn’t like me because I am a guy or I am gay. It was bringing me right back to my middle school insecurities.

As I was debating why he hated me and was trying to hide in my nonexistent turtle shell, I remembered the book I just finished, The Four Agreements. In the book they talked about how it is important not to take things personally. No matter what other people are doing, it is not about you but about them. Just like my thoughts of him hating me were about me from me and had nothing to do with him.

I took this further to think that maybe I am jumping to conclusions as well. I went to the negative saying how much he can not stand me but what if it was the opposite. What if he really was secretly in love with me and he was struggling to keep his love hidden.

This made me laugh…out loud. The Starbucks guy looked at me with weird look when I laughed which only made me laugh out loud again. He handed me back my card and I went to pick up my drink.

As I was leaving Starbucks, I looked back at the guy at the register and noticed he strained to see me leave. I had no choice but to turn all the way around and give him a flirty index finger wave and walk out the door.

It didn’t make a difference of his reaction to my wave. This was about me and I was having fun. I changed a moment in which I thought a rude guy was picking on me and it about  made up love affair with a Starbucks barista who couldn’t live without me.

I like not taking things personally. Maybe I will give the UPS guy a finger wave for cutting me off…I just may use another finger…

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