Everyday Bagel
Each morning, I go to Au Bon Pain in my building's lobby and 90% of the time I get myself a plain bagel with light cream cheese and a vanilla coffee in my 99 cent refill cup. Literally, this happens every morning, to the point that they know my name and the one chick I joke with a lot will call out my name and say hi once I'm in the door.
I like the friendliness and familiarity about it, I really do, but sometimes it almost gets to be too much. There's one guy at the registers who always feels too overly happy and friendly, and sometimes he even frowns at me if I switch up my order, like there's something wrong with me if I've decided to get an asiago bagel instead of plain, or if I go with cranberry juice instead of coffee because maybe I'm slightly hungover and not in the mood for hot coffee and/or your lil sad noises over the fact that I may have confused you with a new order ...
Is it weird to be annoyed by this?
The upside to them knowing my order so well, however, is that when they run out of the light cream cheese containers in the cooler, and I step up to the food counter, the girl mentioned above will immediately nod at me and ask, "Light?" I say yes, and she will drop whatever salads she's preparing for lunch and grab it for me.
Also? A few times in the last couple weeks, I've felt nauseous in the morning so I get a large Diet Sierra Mist to settle my stomach. The other register guy will never charge me for it. I like him. He's friendly and makes goofy faces at me when he can see I feel impatient with the people in line taking too long to gather their money and items and leave. He also draws goofy things on the dry erase placards to state how long the coffee canteens are fresh until. It always amuses me and makes me smile first thing in the morning.
Oh, and another also, they have a survey link at the bottom of every receipt and each month they give away $2,000 for someone who completes the survey. The managers tell me about it all the time and laugh that they don't know how I haven't won yet given how often I go in there. Yet, no one ever gives me a receipt because long ago I said I didn't need one ... and now they know that I don't really want one. Except ... I would like $2,000, ya know?