This morning, I stopped at Starbuck's for an indulgent cup of cappuccino. While waiting in line to order, the bearded man in front of me was chatting amiably with the man in front of him. It was obvious they had not met before. Another man interrupted the conversation to hug the bearded man and tell him his drink had already been paid for.
After ordering my cappuccino, I went to stand with all of the others who were waiting for their concoctions to be placed on the counter and their requirements hollered out. I wound up standing next to the bearded man. Not being a shy wall-flower, I asked him how come folks were hugging him and buying him caffeine. "It's the beard," he said and introduced himself as Dominick.
An hour later, I was sitting in my husband's office waiting for him to call our bank to transfer some money. He has a particular lady at the bank who recognizes his Australian accent and agrees to transfer money from one account to another whenever he makes a telephone request. She won't do this for others because she may not recognize their voices.
So, that was two people in one morning who told me about people doing things for them because of physical attributes. I have been trying to figure out if I have any of these attributes that make me stand out among others. Unless being short, chatty, wearing glasses and cowboy boots and possibly having chicken poop running down the back of my shirt makes me memorable, I don't have "A THING."
17 hours ago