Showerthought: I hit 500 coffee runs for the office and the guy at the counter finally knows my order
I grabbed coffee for the whole floor every Friday for about 2 years, and last week the cashier at the shop on 5th started my order before I said anything. It felt weird because I never told her my name or my usual, she just remembered from seeing me 500 times. Does anyone else have a break spot where the staff knows you better than your own coworkers?
There's a whole hidden world of these little relationships we build without even trying. The barista, the guy at the bodega, the bus driver who nods at you every morning. Two years of Fridays adds up to a real thing, even if you never learned her name. It's funny how strangers can know our habits better than people we see every day at a desk. Maybe it's because the small stuff is all they see, so they actually pay attention to it.