I don’t know what it is, but something about people knowing what I like to order always strikes a happy chord with me.
Today, I walked into Starbucks (I know I said I was over starbucks, we are on again/off again), and I was very cranky because I was soooo tired and hadn’t had any coffee yet. And I was standing in line thinking why is that friggin woman cleaning out the pastry case instead of helping with drinks when there is a line out the door?? why why whhhhhhhhyyyyyyyy? But then, when I got to the front of the line to order my drink, the guy who was at the cash register already had it ready for me. All of a sudden all of my crankiness melted away.