Yes, it’s me!

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.”Β 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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26 responses to Yes, it’s me!

  1. Joanne Sisco says:

    It proves my belief that we all leave ripples behind us in our wake. It sounds like you are leaving positive ripples – the best kind πŸ™‚

  2. Dan Antion says:

    It doesn’t surprise me that people remember you. I think you put a little extra effort into all you do, and people remember things like that. I see people at the store where I get my coffee who have ordered on-line, pop in, pick up their order and leave without any human interaction. That seems sad. I think it’s much better being the chai/coconut milk lady or the spinach lady.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Aww, you’re sweet Dan. My preference is not the drive-thru (because of the human interaction thing), but it’s still good to be recognized even when you are in a hurry. πŸ™‚

  3. ksbeth says:

    isn’t it lovely when we are remembered ? you never know the impression you leave on someone –

  4. Laurie says:

    When my kids were young, I used to work in a restaurant where there were many “regulars”. If I was trying to describe a customer to another waitress, I would get nowhere if I said “Tall, dark hair, brown eyes, 40-ish” etc. If I described his usual drink, however, she would identify him immediately! It’s good to go “where everyone knows your name”!

    • bikerchick57 says:

      LOL…the Cheers Bar. That is my workplace! I can understand how you can relate to a certain person’s beverage or food item in the restaurant business. It makes perfect sense, Laurie.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Oh yes, Michele, I do. Jer is one, but there are many more people like her that will always stick in my mind.

  5. Well, actually, you don’t want to be that lady when you’re told every day in hospital for a week “Oh! You’re the moth lady!” Just sayin’.

    But I do agree that in nice situations, it is lovely to be remembered and recognised and for people to notice your absence (especially that last one I reckon). I love that the nurses at the Blood Bank know me by name and will always ask things like “How was your trip to Nepal?” or “Did your son get that internship?” So I’m heartbroken I’m not allowed to donate for over a year due to this latest little adventure. I feel like I need to go in and apologise that I won’t be back for a while.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Never want to be the moth lady. You did that well enough that I would never go after an insect on the ceiling. Plus, my cat is an excellent bug killer.

      I haven’t given blood regularly since my ferratin test two years ago kept me from going for six months. No one there would probably remember me know. Maybe your blood bank would let you come in for coffee and cookies just so you can apologize and they can share the latest blood bank gossip.

  6. It is such a great feeling, to be recognized in a situation like this. Whenever it happens to me, I feel like I’ve been awarded a gold star, or something.

  7. joey says:

    Oh that’s precious. I really like that. You’re memorable. Obviously leaving quite an impression πŸ™‚

    • bikerchick57 says:

      I always hope that I am memorable in a good way, although I do wear my dork badge honorably! πŸ˜›πŸ™ƒ

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