Growing up, I worked in a restaurant, T&G Tasty Lunch, which was a tiny little greasy spoon in a mall in Canada. My friend Kim and I used to get a kick out of the "regulars" that frequented and while, on some level, we enjoyed the routine of their visits, we were a bit saddened that they came here almost every day the summers that we worked there. I remember thinking how odd it was that someone could eat the same meal at the same place, day after day. There was an older gentleman that came in that I always remembered because he had some sort of a defect with one of his eyes and because he always ordered what I thought was the most unsavory of dinners - liver and onions.
Well, I've decided today that I have become that old man. Each morning, I dutifully drive over to my local Starbucks, pull up to the window and place our order. For me: a grande, non-fat latte and for Spence: one grande hot chocolate, 3 pumps of chocolate, whip and no drizzle. I wonder if the young barrista has the same thoughts of me that I had of liver and onions guy. She knows me now, I am that "regular" customer, the one with the unusual order who has to be here every day. Is she wondering what brings me to her window, day after day, never going out on the ledge by asking for regular milk for my latte or requesting that the drizzle top the whip? How odd it must seem.
Here's the thing. While satisfying my caffeine fix it has also become my start to a great day and my good deed for my man who always smiles when I place it on his office desk. When I miss a day, things just don't feel right. Maybe liver and onions guy felt the same....
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