I don’t know your name, but you’ve come to know mine.
It’s not so strange if you think about it since I come in about once a day. Okay, lately it’s been about twice a day.
I remember when I first tasted real coffee. Good coffee. A couple of year ago. I promised myself to never go cheap on the coffee again, if I could afford doing so. There is so much difference between a cheap cup of coffee and actual good coffee with flavor.
And every time I come in you make me feel welcome and appreciated. I don’t care if it’s marketing, or if it’s a fake smile, I still enjoy it and I still appreciate you asking me how I’ve been.
You made me realize that a smile from a stranger can sometimes make someone’s day, and now I try to smile more often too. Even if I don’t really have a reason to do so.
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