One of my favorite things about new routines is when someone else starts to remember you. It is nice to know you are not just another blank face in the crowd and that other people are paying attention.
The last time I had that was in Staten Island when I was going to Sharkey's all the time to watch the Bears games. The waitress there would let me sit down and get settled, then come by and say "Chicken Parm and a Coke?" I would nod and smile. We had an understanding. This morning, as I walked to work, I stopped for my usual bagel from my local street vendor. When I walked up to him he said to me, "Good morning boss. Sesame bagel cream cheese?" Yep. It just feels good to be remembered.
10/23/03 11:37 AM
that is a good post. i like that, too. hasn't happened to me in a while though. hmmm...
10/23/03 3:50 PM
if you like to be remembered, then make yourself be remembered. and as for the whole waitress thing, repitition forces things into your memory. isn't it possible that you were imagining her smile? and that she thought you were just some weirdo who like pasta and soda everyday? shit dude, never heard of anyone feeling good about lack of variety but then again i never think about being remembered, recognized, or forgotten either. is that why you do? you dont want to be forgotten?