So, I was eating lunch at my usual bar and talking to the bartender. She said, " I really like talking to you when you come in. You're like a Tim Burton character." And I'm pretty sure this is the greatest compliment I've ever received.
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So, I was eating lunch at my usual bar and talking to the bartender. She said, " I really like talking to you when you come in. You're like a Tim Burton character." And I'm pretty sure this is the greatest compliment I've ever received.
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ahhhh kind of???? i come and go, but mostly just reblog stuff since i haven’t finished any of my wips asbdbbdn tbh i miss being on here so i’ll probably hang around more often
being a regular...
It’s a really big deal to me to be a regular at the Post Office, and to be smiled at upon entering and made to feel like they know me. I mean, they DO know me, I come in twice a week with the same packaging. I put this on the top of my list of favorite socializing times. When the clerk doesn't go through the scripted schpiel when giving me my receipt, that’s an awesome feeling. It’s more like you know the drill, see you later.
One of the baristas at Kopplin’s (Oliver) knows me by name and I haven’t been in here in at least a month, but he even remembered that I’m going to grad school and asked if I’d decided which one yet. It’s so fun to go somewhere where they know you, I love it!
To be a regular is to insist on something steady in a world and a life with too many shocks, too much loss. The week can go off the rails. The month can go all the way to hell. Hill Country’s brisket is still there, forever fatty, a promise kept.
If a bartender knows your face (let alone your name), your drink tends to skip ahead in the line. David, an old and good friend who is in my bar three or four times a week, drinks Palm Belgian Amber. If I see him walk in to the building, I will pull him that pint, regardless of whatever else I have going on at the moment. I know what he wants, and we get to skip the step that necessitates him telling me what that is. The general benefit of "regular" status is, I'll pour it; you'll drink it, and we'll all go home.
From Behind the Bar: On Drinking for Free | Serious Eats: Drinks I miss my regular status.