A Little Lie to Feel Special...

Every day at the coffee shop feels like Groundhog Day. I pour countless lattes, make way too many small talk comments, and always end up with the same burnt toast flavor in my mouth from reheating yesterday's leftover croissants. But there’s one thing that makes me feel a little special...a tiny white lie. When people ask if I got to pick today’s music or if we have something new in stock, I usually fib and say yes. Just a teensy white lie to sprinkle some magic into the day-to..., make it seem like there's more happening than just another routine shift. It feels silly because really, everyone has their own routines...but sometimes I need that small spark of pretend excitement too... I worry though, what if someone catches on and thinks I’m unreliable or dishonest? But then again, maybe they’re thinking the same thing about all those burnt croissants that I’ve tried to pass off as freshly baked. Maybe we’re in it together, faking our way through the day a little bit at a time...