As I'm walking through the lobby of my apartment complex office yesterday, I hear:
"Hey...um...Venti White Mocha!"
And, of course, I turn around. And I don't think I've ever seen this girl before, but she looks at me and says "You come to Starbucks every Sunday and Thursday morning, and you get a venti white mocha!"
We make small talk, but I am just bewildered by the fact that this girl doesn't know my name, but she sure knows my drink order. And now I know her name. And maybe we can be friends. And I wonder if she has a facebook account.