Sometimes, it’s the smallest things in life that rock you back on your heels and last night I had one of those smiling WOW moments.
I was in the Park Hotel in Dungarvan, having a snack and doing a bit of scribbling while waiting to collect son after a tennis match. One cappuccino led to another and when I went to the bar to pay my grand total of 8.50 euro for what had been a delicious supper, I mentioned to the man behind the bar that I’d had a second coffee that wasn’t on the bill.
His response: Forget about that ~ it’s only a refill.
Now, I don’t know about you, but the days of coffee refills are but distant memories to me and they extend into misty times before I’d even heard of a cappuccino or a latte!
Yes, I’ve heard of the new ‘thing’ of people paying ahead for the next customer in coffee shops and at toll bridges but never, ever of a ‘refill’ of cappuccino.
My sheer delight in the gesture and the good-nature that went with it wasn’t about the money, it was about the goodwill involved.
Thomas, the bar supervisor, assured me that I wasn’t just a chosen one but that this is policy in The Park.
You’ll be back, he said, smiling at my amazement.
I certainly will, I said, meaning every single word.