Regularity
For the first time in my life, I’ve become one of the “regulars” in a restaurant. Kate took me out for sushi last night – a “you fly, I buy” idea – and once we were seated, our familiar waitress said “You are not wearing your glasses tonight. I recognized her, but I wasn’t sure who you were!”
After the drink orders were placed, Kate and I looked at each other, chuckled and realized that we had been to Sushi Yama enough times to have made an impression. It actually felt great! Now, if we could only secure a table as our own…