I ordered the usual chai latte with coconut milk at the drive-thru the other morning.
I had to wait a bit for two cars ahead of me.
When it was my turn, the cheerful, young lady opened the drive-thru window and proclaimed,
“Oh, I thought it was you!”
I suppose the many Saturdays of ordering a chai latte at my favorite coffee shop has left an impression. I am “that lady,” the one who orders her chai with coconut milk. Unless, of course, you are Jer, who actually calls me by my name. And I remember her name since she told me it’s “Jerk” without the K. She’s adorable.
This incident reminded me of my Kwik Trip donut years and the post I wrote in March of 2014 about familiarity.
I like that the coffee shop employees know me, know what I like and maybe even know my name. It’s the reason I feel comfortable there and keep going back for food and beverage. (I feel the cooks also know me as “that lady” who orders spinach on her sandwich instead of cheese or asks for a burrito in a bowl – no cheese, no spicy potatoes, no peppers.)
A few days prior to this, I helped out at Loaves and Fishes, an organization that feeds the poor and hungry three days a week. I hadn’t been there since December due to mom’s passing, being out of town for work, and putting too many other things on my plate. When I arrived and sat down for the pre-meal announcements and assigning of tasks, at least two different people asked, “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in a while.” Standing in line, as Server #2, the head chef asked the same thing. I felt a bit honored that my absence had been noted and it also made me feel a special ease in being part of this lovely group of volunteers.
Comfortable, familiar, pleasant, recognized, congenial, accustomed, enjoyable, cozy.
Who doesn’t want to feel this or be “that lady?”
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