The Latino woman preceding me most days in the Starbuck’s line, along with the African American cook who works for a rich family on Fifth, have become fast friends.
I’ve been watching it unfold, this funny friendship you’d never expect to see.
Well, the cook is well over 6 feet, her legs the length of Long Island, and the little Latino Lady, and I mean little, is barely an inch taller than a dwarf.
They treat one another to coffee and the newspaper, while the cook, an amazing baker, brings her pal treats, like freshly made scones and apple fritters, producing a smile that could easily melt ice.
One morning, I even got a fritter, the size of my sneaker.
Kindness, alas, is very rare these days. No one even notices the person seated next to them, so watching these women who met drinking coffee, honor one another in small, nurturing ways, moves me more than I can say.
To look at them you’d think, what could they possibly have in common? Well, besides being women, they’re both hard working and happy, just to be part of the world. Toss in their goodwill and innate generosity, and they could easily, be sisters.