Starbucks Secret
I’m sitting in a Starbucks in London Ontario.
Two more gulps. Last gulp. My second Venti Mocha gone in the past hour.
The pretty girl behind the cash register smiled and asked me if I would like to try one of their delicious cookies.
I said Yes.
She asked if I wanted it heated.
Yes please.
With a mischievious grin she asked if I wanted whip cream on it.
I said Yes.
I’m in a week long personal experiment to say Yes every time I get asked a question, unless it will cause me injury. Eating a chocolate chunk cookie with a little whip cream never hurt anyone, right?
I’ve spent $14.00 in here in less than 90 minutes.
What’s the secret?
Everyone in here keeps smiling at me. I am powerless to fight their insidious mind control.
Middle-aged men are easily swayed by a simple smile from a pretty lady.
The guys sitting near me is pushing 65. He’s on his second coffee as well. He has a Kindle in his hands. Wonder if he’s reading my book?
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