Warning: May contain tedious lists of the ways in which my children are cute, geekiness, reflections on mental illness, stream of consciousness ramblings, and existential angst.
I was like that, at the Subway... they recognized me, after a while. And I think if I'd stayed there this semester, I would've just waved my hand and said "I'll take my normal" and they'd nod, make a foot-long with turkey, provalone, lettuce, tomato, onion, pepper, mayonnaise, and have change for a twenty. XD
One of these days the omelette guy might notice my pattern: bacon and cheese when there's bacon, ham and cheese when there isn't, except on Fridays when I just get cheese.That would be really funny.
Once I saw this news report about a lunch lady at a school who had all 600 kids' names and lunch numbers memorized and could even remember pretty much what each one usually wanted on what day.(funny, the word verification this time around looks like some weird new Hungarian verb for "to know nothing")
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