If it’s Tuesday, my SO and I are at Netties, my favorite mexican place. They don’t give us menus. Our ice tea and water come immedately and the bean dip is there as soon as it’s hot. We vary everything else too much for them to guess what else we want. Saturday, it’s Joe Tess’ fish place. They know our main course but we vary the drinks and appetizers.
I used to go to a convience store about the same time every night for a pack of cigarettes. eventually, as soon as I walked in, the guy would take down a pack and ring it up before I hit the register.
I also used to go to a gas station for the paper, but never got there before about 11pm each night. The girl there always knew me (probably as the freak who buys the day’s paper 6 hours before the next one comes out) and commented on the few times I didn’t buy the paper but just got gas or a coke or something.
Today though, I’m known nowhere but here.
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And you are … ?
I didn’t realize I was getting predictable until the waiter brought the bowl of hot and sour soup with the menu.
Are you kidding me? We eat there when we pass through town.
Where else can 2 adults and 3 kids eat for about 35 bux?? Nowhere, that’s where.
You can hear me on 580am EZ Rock…I’m on the air right now.
You knew I lived in Salmon Arm and you didn’t say anything? Or maybe you did and I was out to lunch…at Denny’s.
Tell me more sk8rixtx…do you live in Vernon?
Sal’s Italian Restaurant. My family’s been getting takeout from them almost every Friday night for at least five years now. When we call up to order we don’t even have to give our name – they know it’s us.
That reminds me of my other regular status place. Well, used to be anyway. When I was younger, my recently divorced mother was working three jobs to support the family. One of those jobs was bartending on Friday nights and she’d usually leave my sister and I some money to order food for dinner while she was gone (the rest of the nights, my sister and I cooked). So anyway, we always ordered from this one pizza joint because they served chicken, ribs, pasta and other stuff besides pizza. After a few weeks, I ordered from them and waited for the phone call to ask “did you order from us?” (pre caller ID). Call never came and I called them back asking why not. The guy said “You order from us every week. We know who you are.”
Long pointless story, but I was a reg!
The guy about to call you a bastard. Bastard. 
but at a clothes shop called Birdcage. It’s a little weird considering I only go in there about once every two months but the owner recognises me and we always have a chat about what’s happened in our lives. She’ll even bring out new stock for me in my size which she thinks I’ll like. Pretty cool
I think the real reason she recognises me is that the first time I went into her shop, some tourists had shoplifted about £300 pounds worth of stock. She caught up with them but they had dumped the clothes and the person in charge of the group persuaded her not to press charges. She never got the stock back and just needed someone to talk to so I ended up being a goodwill ambassdor for my fellow teenagers. Consequently I and my friends never get any hassle off the shop assissants because they know we’d never do anything like that. Plus I’m expanding her client base.
Nah Nips, I live in Coventry. Though I’m not quite sure where Salmon Arm is.
Myself along with two of my classmates frequent our local Applebees every Tuesday for lunch – we even ensure we have the same waitperson, Marie – damn shes cute
I have a regular coffeeshop/ hash lunch place.
It’s pretty cool, lots of yuppie women with attache cases for fancy coffees, and working stiffs getting their only hot meal of the day, leaving tips calculated to the nickle.
And I fit somewhere inbetween, so I talk to them all if they come in a couple of times.