Yup, I know hashtags are overdone. But after my #TheTeaTalksTuesdays post, I couldn’t resist #WooWooWednesdays. After all, it seems like a perfect hashtag for The Land of Woo. So, what’s the purpose of #WooWooWednesdays? It’s to share ways the Woo is showing up in my real life, like…
- Those coincidences that are just too coincidental
- That health change that’s a little too good to be true
- That mind shift that puts everything into perspective
It’s also a way to make sure these Woo Woo incidents aren’t slipping by, unnoticed. It’s to help me pay attention, so I can notice and celebrate the way the Woo is showing up in my life.
This week’s #WooWooWednesdays happened on Tuesday. I was shopping and stopped by this fancy little “epicurean boutique” — their description, not mine — to get some hot tea. See, I live in Napa and Downtown Napa is going through a revitalization. I try to shop, eat and drink in Downtown as much as possible. After all, I want my downtown to be successful.
While this epicurean boutique is adorable, filled with fancy vinegars, olive oils and mustards, it plays horrible dance music that is just Way. Too. Loud. I stopped by once this summer and had an awful time communicating with the barista. The music drowned out his voice. I could barely order my iced tea.
On Tuesday, I figured I’d give this little boutique another shot. There was a different barista behind the coffee bar, and when I walked in, it happened to be the silent moment in between songs.
That quickly changed. The second I started to ask the barista about their selection of teas, the music started blaring again. Yet again, this barista’s voice was drowned out, and I had trouble hearing and ordering.
“Why can’t they just turn down this stupid music?” I pleaded silently in my head. And I also vowed to never, ever shop in this store again.
Then, the Woo stepped in.
The barista looked up at me.
“I can’t stand this music,” she said. “It gives me a headache listening to it all day.”
I was stunned. She was picking up on the conversation I was having in my head!
“Do you have any control over it?” I asked. “Can you turn it down?”
It was just the two of us in the store. She looked up at me, stepped out from behind the bar, walked into a back room and turned off the music. She then walked back to the coffee bar, looked at me in triumph, and we stood there in blissful silence, with smiles on our faces, as my tea steeped.
I think I’ll have to rethink my vow to never return to that store.