'Just the Regular'

A near-the-top-of-my-list priority in my life is to visit any certain establishment (restaurant, coffee place, bar, sperm bank, etc.), see the receptionist/barkeeper/cute-coffee-girl, smile and maybe wave, and shout out "just the regular, ____".
Not only do I not think it's a sad reflection of me not going out and visiting new places, I think it really builds and cements that near-unspoken relationship that you, (me), of all the people who walked into that TimHortons/___&Firkin/St. Joseph's Sperm Bank inc. , you (you) would remember me (me).

But lo and behold, it happened to me today!

Today like just now!

I ordered my 'typical' morning breakfast from TimmyHo's, with a slight adjustment to be breakfast-in-a-bagel option (namely, the bagel); and almost as though it was second nature to her, the cute-cashier-girl said "I'm sorry, was that Sesame, or Cinnamon/Raisin [my regular selection]?"
I was extremely taken aback. Which is never a good feeling so early in the morning. Not at 'flabbergasted' level, but it was rising. My TakenAback-o-Meter 4000. Clearly.

Calmly, I picked up my breakfast from the end of the line and walked back home, to write this here post. I'm still, admittedly very mum about this whole ordeal...

MORE FEELINGS TO COME AS THEY OCCUR!


bonus quib:
(I have a penchant for leaving my house wearing my PJs with a pair of jeans over my notoriously this-is-obviously-pj-pants pj pants -- an act that I continued today, as per us..(ual). So, you now know: doublepants.)
Roomie: Hey, you heading out to TimmyHo's?
Me: Yessirree
R: Are you...are you wearing doublepants again?
M: Hey, shuttup, more like I'm wearing my Breakfast Efficiency Attire
R: Well maybe you should zip up your fly.
M: More like my doublefly