Had the friendly barista been less busy, I would have told her how sorry I was that I just ruined her good mood. My offense was telling her, "No thanks."
I'm pretty sure it was a polite "No thanks," but an unambiguous no thanks, and I could tell it wasn't what she expected. I'd just declined to add a buck to my java purchase to support cancer research and, by the look on her sweet, surprised face, I'm now the biggest Scrooge in the Twin Cities.
I wanted to tell her that I cherish donating money to good causes, that I've lost many family members to cancer and that it's an awful disease. I wanted her to know I'm really not a miser.
I considered having the same conversation when sliding my credit card through at the pet store, where my obscenely indulged 3-year-old whippet (a rescue dog!) had just spent more time, and money, getting pampered than I do.
A dollar to protect precious animals from being euthanized? Um, no thanks.
I said no thanks at the grocery store check-out, too, to a marvelous nonprofit that combats homelessness.
Today, Nov. 1, launches Philanthropy Month, an annual opportunity for Minnesotans to demonstrate our extraordinary generosity. It's a time of year when we get to feel good about giving.
So, why do I feel so bad about a buck?