Tom brought this to me at work the other day. He is a hard old man, at least 70, who gets very upset when I call him “sir.” Rumor has it he used to work for the CIA-and I’ve made it my mission at Peet’s to make him smile. I crack jokes, sing songs, dance a little, and get no response. He comes in everyday, and I refused to grow tired in my attempts. The other day, I didn’t double cup his drink. I thought I was ruined. All my efforts were lost-my heart, broken.
The next day, Tom came to me and asked,
have you ever heard of an old song with your name in it?
To which I responded: Of course! “Mustang Sally!"
Tom just sneered and asked if I would be in the next day. Affirmative.
The next day, he shows up with sheet music to this song, written in 1905.
I don’t know why this touched me so much, but my heart was so softened. I read through it and smiled at Tom, and got a little teary eyed. I wanted to hug him so badly, but that would have been pushing it, me thinks.
That day, Tom smiled. I even saw his teeth.