Ranger was greeted by name when entering the local branch of our public library. Some folks you are pleased to have remember you and others, maybe not.
Our mechanic knows us too well, our plumber (Bless him, we spend money to save it, with his advice.) does, too. The pharmacist knows us by sight and so does most of the staff at Publix. The lady who cuts my hair and I have known one another for 20 years, or so.
Whom do I wish knew us better? Well, I don't have a jeweler, who knows me, or a personal shopper who does, either. I wish Starbucks associates saw me often enough to greet me by name, but they don't.
I think the most revealing thing is that the people at Mickie Dee and KFC say a fond hello when I drive up.
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I can't think of anybody but the bank teller at the drive-in who says our names. And that's after she handles the transaction and have seen our deposit receipt or check imprint. Ditto the pharmacy people. Oh, and the mail-lady.
The pastor at church and his wife greet us by name. Of course, we did give them 3 small pecan shoots after they visited us last week. And his wife loves pecans, so we gave her a bag from the freezer.
Some days, we can't even recall our own names though!
Alas, no one knows my name, except for the cat, and she meows. She can't say my name right. I'm serious, she knows my name. If you say my name and I'm around the corner, she turns her head and waits for me to appear. I mean she knows my name, I'm serious.
Mark and I told the cashiers at the Kendall Star Bucks one of their customers just walked out the door with a $300.00 coffee machine in a paper bag, ops, “didya forget to pay for it?’ We kept an eye on him for a short while, and then we drove slowly after him in the PT Cruiser until he disappeared. The PT Cruiser is, well , very blue, and yes, I think he spotted us. The thief dropped the paper bag in the bushes which was found by the police officers. We gave a description of the walk-in help myself shopper before we left the store to the employees. One of the cashiers told us that he had stolen CD's from their store before. We left before the police arrived and didn’t find out they were able to find the coffee maker until our next trip. Now, when we walk into the same Star Bucks, they insist we not pay for our coffee. It was a little embarrassing at first, but now I am use to the free cups of coffee.
Wow Zeta, free coffee! Free s/f banana bread, too? I'm dyin' of envy.
The cat does know E's name. We call him and she looks in his direction for an answer ... we really keep her entertained.
Just free coffee. We must pay $$ for the sugar free banana nut cake. Speaking of which, we haven’t been to Star Bucks all week. The weekend is finally here, yahoo, we have been so busy, busy, busy. Mark is still at work, and its 9:20 p.m. and he arrived to work at 7:30 a.m. The headquarters building has several troubles which the new guy is learning about. Plus Mark has total access and is relieving this week. This sounds like a reason to take Mark to Star Bucks. Yea.
Doesn't Ed feed the kittie cat? Does she ever hear anyone say, "Ed, feed the cat." and then food magically appears? She may associate Ed-blah-blah-blah-blah to a full tummy and when she hears that word, "ED" - she looks to see what direction her slave guy is moving?
Or, as you say SHE KNOWS YOUR NAME.
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