Tonight I walked four blocks down the street to meet a couple of friends for a beer. On the usual walk down, I went past three restaurants and the pub. The owner and manager at the Italian place waved. And then I walked through the pub because the fireplace looked inviting. Just as I walked in, the guy singing said hello to me - by name - on the mic. Glad I wasn't trying to slip in unnoticed. Then one of the waitresses hugged me and I stopped to chat with a friend, who happened to be in a fluffy bathrobe, flannel PJs and slippers. Drinking a beer. In the pub. All he was missing was his pipe.
I slipped out the back way and got all the way past the Mexican restaurant across the street until I heard someone yelling my name. It was the girl who hosted the birthday party last weekend.
"You have to come in. We're all inside!"
Uhm. Okay. I went in and "we" was actually the birthday girl and the hostess (and the nice bartender who also knows my name and many others). I chatted long enough to learn the birthday girl and her douchebag boyfriend have broken up for about the dozenth time (is that a word?).
He disappeared for her birthday (and before and after it too). She turned of his phone she had been paying for and moved his stuff out. And this time, she said, "we're never ever ever getting back together."
I hugged her and told her again, "he doesn't deserve you."
Then I headed to my original destination. While I have friends who are customers there, the staff never knows my name, and I'm not sure they care to. That's why I enjoy the places that do.
Everyone likes to be remembered.
Love to the single girls,
Addison
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