Posting a good day

Today was one of those weird days that we all have. It started off good, went bad, then horribly wrong, then settled out to even in the end.
I decided to go and get some supplies to make yet another Christmas ornament (http://www.instructables.com/id/no_melt_Sparkleball/) for the lobby of the hospital that I work at, so off to the Dollar Store I go.
On my way there, I decide to treat myself to an eggnog latte at a coffee shop that I used to work at. It's considered a treat because it breaks the $5 line for something I can normally make at home for less than a buck.
After getting it, I remember it's too hot to drink right away, so I save it for browsing whilst shopping. 2 minutes into the store I see an old friend and give her a big hug. This is when it starts to get kinda shitty. She accidentally bumps my arm on the 'hug release' and my coffee, without Sip 1 taken from it, falls to the floor in the store. Big Mess.
I'm a patient and understanding sort of fellow. She apologized profusely and offered to buy me another coffee to replace it, but let's just say she was out on 'business' and calling her on the new coffee would interupt her transactional process. I let it go and convinced her it was indeed no problem, and she could get me another time.
At this point I found an employee of the store and informed her that I had dropped my coffee, was very sorry for making a mess and that I would be more than willing to help her clean up the mess.
I forgot how snarly and horrible retail can turn a person. This girl just about ripped my head off and all but told me to get out of the store for making her clean up the mess. I stood close to the spill to alert other customers about it and directed the traffic around it. When she arrived brandishing a mop, I quickly moved out of the way of her work and stare. Rarely do I ever say these things, but WHAT A BITCH!
After I picked up my supplies, i headed back to the coffee shop to pick up another. they were surprised to see me again so quickly and assumed I had loved the last coffee so much that I had gulped it back and needed another one. It wasn't until after I had received it that they heard my story and were taken aback by it, and then told me had they have known, I wouldn't have had to pay for the replacement.
So, some marbles in one basket, and some in the other, life balances out in the end. The treat was well earned, but $10 more than I had planned to use for myself today. *sigh*