The barista in Portland who remembered my regular order for 8 months
Went back to the same shop after a long work trip and she just nodded and started pulling my usual, a cortado with oat milk and a dash of cinnamon. She said, "welcome back, been a while," and I realized we'd never even exchanged names. Has anyone else had a stranger know your coffee better than your own family?
Went through something like that at a diner near my place, except the waitress knew my order so well she'd bring it out before I sat down. Problem is I never got to change it. Tried to mix things up once and got a look like I'd insulted her whole family. My own mom still asks if I want cream and sugar in my black coffee. So yeah, a total stranger had me beat for years.