Being Regular
This comic got me thinking about something that I've been on both sides of, and that's being a regular. When I use to work at a gas station, I had all of my regulars. I knew what cigarettes they smoked, and knew a little bit about them to be able to have some good small talk. Now, while I was working at the gas station, I just happened to be a regular at the Subway across the street. They knew my order as soon as I walked it.
Nowadays, the only place I'm a regular is at my coffee shop, called The Cup. It's good that I'm a regular there, because what I order isn't even on the menu (It's a White Chocolate, Irish Cream Latte). The only question I get asked is if I want it hot or blended, as I do change it up when it starts to get warmer out.
I was wondering if anyone else out there is a regular somewhere, and do you get that nice, warm, fuzzy feeling when someone knows just well-enough to know what you want, and make you feel a little special when you go there?
(And, yes, in case you haven't noticed, I'm trying to actively use LJ more often now. :P)