April 30

There were no games this evening (a truly stunning turn of events) so Brady opted out of practice, the boys went to Youth Group, and Adam and I enjoyed dinner out at one of our usual haunts. (Strizzis, for all you locals.)

After we'd finished our meals and perused the dessert menu, I ordered a decaf mocha. A few minutes later our server appeared with a cup of decaf coffee and an apology: they were unable to get their machine to work properly to make my mocha, so I got coffee on the house. I do love my coffee so I accepted the complimentary substitute, but a few minutes later, another employee appeared with a glass containing... a mocha.

She'd apparently continued fiddling with the malfunctioning machine in the back and eventually got it to work. So they brought it to me and comped it as well.

While I always appreciate free coffee --especially multiple free coffees!-- what I appreciated even more was their determination to deliver what I'd ordered. That's excellent service. And a blessing to my coffee-loving soul.

(P.S. -- I drank every last drop.)