There was one person ahead of me at Starbucks. I caught a look from the barista. Was she staring at me or my trembling hand? I stared quickly back down at my iPhone and saw the balance on my Starbucks card in Passbook: $0.11.
Something wasn’t right. I had just topped it up on my way out the door! I had foolishly left my wallet at home, trusting Apple would take care of me on the open road. And here I was, seconds left before I would have to turn away from the till in resignation.
Then I did something stupid. I don’t know if I had mad trust in my supernatural ability to just fix the issue, or if I thought it would be resolved if I just offered to wash my dishes. The barista asked what I wanted, and I ordered anyway. (more…)