Are you comfortable with being taken care of?

The other day I was in a well known high street coffee shop, and what happened was not only brilliant but got me thinking. The friend I was meeting already had a drink and so I went to the queue and got chatting to the lady in front of me. (Always chatting to randoms). We giggled as we shared a joke, so much so that the barista thought we were together. We were talking about how certain words made people appear less classy, like the word toilet! Apparently, classy people say loo.

We laughed and then the friend she was meeting, arrived. She said her friend could confirm whether posh people say napkin or serviette. They hugged and she asked if her friend could jump in, so to pay for their coffees together. Mmm, makes sense. So there we are all 3 of us in deep chats. The poor barista waited as the 3 of us were chatting. The friendly stranger felt bad for pushing her friend in the queue and offered to buy my hot chocolate. How sweet, I thought.

This is the strange thing. In a split second, I had an internal dialogue so fast I could feel those neuro pathways firing up like sparklers. My thought process was "Ah that’s nice, but no need". I could feel my auto-response of 'no that's fine' at the tip of my lips. Then I caught myself and was asking, well why not? I could hear the questions forming, why would she want to do that? What did I do to warrant this? Then a voice just said 'accept it it's a gift. its a £2.79 drink, Chill.' And this all happened in in about a 10th of a second, just before answering ‘ahh thank you’. The barista now super confused …."You together, you not together?", we all laughed again. I still felt slightly uncomfortable as I ordered a coconut hot chocolate. She paid for all 3 drinks and we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

It really got me thinking how kind it was to gift a stranger and when I shared it with hubby, he seemed less, surprised and even less excited. I was telling everyone...a stranger bought me a drink today! Then this got me thinking even more as hubby, asked well why wouldn't