One of Life's Little Pleasures: Being Recognized

I walk past Manhattan Bagel on 18th Street each morning on my way to work. That place gets a lot of business and the lines are often very long. (reminds me of Yogi Berra saying, "Nobody goes there anymore, it's too crowded.") I go there for just a coffee.

One of life's little pleasures is being recognized. No matter how busy the place is, no matter how many people are in line, the owner grabs me a cup with just a quick glance. I nod, she winks, and I hand her $2. And I'm on my way. Smiling. It's a little thing, but a big thing, too.