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Personal Story: Karma

This week has really solidified my belief in Karma. These may seem like little things, but sometimes little things are all it takes.

The other day I went bar hopping with some friends for a birthday. At one of the bars, they had a $10 credit card minimum. I only wanted one drink, because I had to drive later, so I asked the girl next to me what she was drinking and told the bartender to put it on my card. She was really surprised at the gesture and told me she would give it to her friend for her birthday. I told her to wish her a happy birthday from me. The total came to about $13.00.

The next day I went on a small grocery trip for a few essential things. My card wasn’t working in the scanner, so the woman next to me pulled out some cash and paid for my groceries. The total was about $13.00.

Later in the week, I was going in to work and I noticed a cart from the next store over in our parking lot. At first I thought “I’m not taking that all the way back there. I didn’t leave it in the first place.” But then I remembered Karma, and thinking “energy in, energy out,” I returned the cart to where it belonged. It was a small gesture, but I knew it would make somebody’s job a little easier.

That night, a woman was trying to use a coupon, but she needed to add another dollar to her order to make the coupon valid. I told her she could get some candy. She said “what’s your favorite?” I told her “I would go for the Mint Musketeers, if you like mint chocolate. I haven’t seen those anywhere else but here.” She put them on the counter and told me to leave them out of the bag. She paid and started to leave without them, and I said “Wait, your candy!” She said “oh, that’s yours now. And here,” she handed me the receipt, “take this so they don’t think you stole it.” It was a small gesture, but the minty goodness sure made my job feel a little easier.

No matter what you do, make it positive. Release positive energy into the universe. The energy you give is the energy you recieve.

The line at my favorite coffee shop was out the door, as Oktoberfest revelers descended in search of the caffeine pick-me-ups that would power more rounds of beers and brats. When it was finally my turn to order, I asked the barista at the register how she was doing. Exhausted, she said — overworked and overwhelmed.

Serving more customers must at least mean receiving more tips? I wondered. Not anymore, she said: The baristas used to take home $4 to $5 each, per hour, in cash tips. Now that customers had switched to plastic to pay, employees were lucky to see 50 cents in the jar at the end of each shift.

How credit cards are wiping out tips for low-wage workers 

a-girl-who-lives-in-her-head-de  asked:

Hiya! I recently saw one of your posts on my dash (Kiyobashi buying tampons - loved it by the way) and wondered if you'd mind writing something for me? See, my all time Voltage bias is Eisuke Ichinomiya (I know, he's pretty mainstream - I will fight anyone for him though XD) and wondered how you would write about Eisuke needing to go buy pads (I don't use tampons) for his s/o?

Heya! Ahh, thank you so much! I’m glad you liked it omg

OH MAN, I will warn you - I’ve only ever done his POVs & the epilogues to them + one or two substories, but I hope I did Eisuke justice for you! 8)

“No! You have to get them, please!”

Eisuke blinked down at you on the bed, curled up in fetal position in pain. It was that time of the month, the one he hated the most. He’d tease you it was because you wouldn’t let him have sex with you, but honestly it was because cramps hit you like a truck.

He hated seeing you in pain.

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After our hike of Sage Mountain, the caretaker of this bar (who asked not to be named) provided us with banana smoothies and gave us a bucket and brush to scrub the mud off of our shoes.

Best smoothies on the island“ he said.

I nodded in agreement as I drank the bits of ice and banana through the straw. 

I wondered how many places serve banana smoothies on the island of Tortola. ‘Best smoothies?’ That is a bold statement for a place situated on a Caribbean Island.

Then I wondered how many patrons this gentleman has during a normal week. Must be small, considering he is situated at the end of a lonesome road 1000ft above sea level.

Although it’s a niche market. He only serves patrons after they hiked through the mountain range. 

Dehydrated, covered in mud, and hungry.

Come to think of it, a banana smoothie sounds like the best thing in the world after scrubbing bits of mud and leaves off your shoes.

$30 credit card minimum too. No ATM. That’s a lot of smoothies. 

I started to realize, this man is smarter than he looks…

My train of thought was interrupted by the sound of my straw sucking the last of the sweet drink.