I always want the bartenders to get to know me, but servers not so much. Mostly because I was disinclined to make friends when I *was* a server, so expecting more than like a nod of recognition (and that only if if I go there a lot) feels presumptuous.
But? There's always a but. When this is over, can we have a big 'but' moratorium?
Fred ,'Smile Time'
Natter 46: The FIGHTIN' 46
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
brenda m - Aug 25, 2006 5:33:14 am PDT #4478 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
msbelle - Aug 25, 2006 5:35:18 am PDT #4479 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
There is a person at my neighborhood BaskinRobbins who knows me and my order and there is one person at my work BK who does also, but she is rarely on register anymore.
Fred Pete - Aug 25, 2006 5:38:43 am PDT #4480 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Wisconsin always ranks high on lists of drunkenness.
And has for a long time. Some years ago (say, around 25), I read a list of the cities with the most bars per capita. The top 5 were all in Wisconsin. OK, smaller cities like Green Bay and La Crosse, but still....
Jessica - Aug 25, 2006 5:39:54 am PDT #4481 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
I try not to get into a rut at the deli near my office, because they guys there are really good, and if they know your order, they'll start making it before you even open your mouth to say "Wait, actually, today I was going to have--"
Laura - Aug 25, 2006 5:39:55 am PDT #4482 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
The lovely bartenders at the pool hall where DH plays always remember me. As I walk in the door they are already pouring my glass of wine with a tall ice water on the side. It rocks that they remember.
bon bon - Aug 25, 2006 5:42:21 am PDT #4483 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
No, really?
I know, it's crazy unbelievable.
I feel like in this city service familiarity happens a lot. I've rotated among 7-8 coffee/bagel carts on my way to work to avoid creating some kind of expectation. I can't even go to the starbucks in my building anymore b/c I'll get shit for my long absence!
sarameg - Aug 25, 2006 5:42:30 am PDT #4484 of 10001
When I was at the bagel shop in NC, we totally would start making up the order as soon as we saw someone's car pull into the lot.
tommyrot - Aug 25, 2006 5:43:11 am PDT #4485 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
It's kinda' amazing how much getting drunk figures into small town culture in Wisconsin. Also, drinking and driving was no big deal when I was growing up (although I never did it myself). OK, it was not a big deal until kids got killed in drunk driving accidents - then people talked about the problem for a few weeks. But nothing would change.
Sue - Aug 25, 2006 5:44:55 am PDT #4486 of 10001
hip deep in pie
I always love the cranky diner/convenience store people. The crankier they are, the more I love them. Inevitably, they always turn out to be really nice.
Fred Pete - Aug 25, 2006 5:49:33 am PDT #4487 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
There was more discussion of drinking in Wisconsin when I grew up. But it revolved more around drinking age. I grew up near the Illinois state line. After Illinois raised is drinking age to 21, a lot of people came into Wisconsin (where the age was still 18 at the time) to do their drinking.
Also, a lot of people liked to talk about cracking down on the liquor stores that would sell to underage kids. But if anything was done about it, it was after I left.