When I think of regulars I think of Charlie. If anyone is reading this that worked with me at the restaurant I believe you are smiling right now. I will never forget Charlie. Genuinely nice. I remember one year I asked him to come to Christmas Eve dinner at my house. He was alone and I loved having an open door for Christmas Eve. He never did come. I don’t think Charlie is here with us anymore. RIP Charlie.
I can list so many other regulars that have been in my life. The guy on Saturday mornings that came for a cup of coffee and always left 25 cents for the tip. The couples who would order the same thing every time. Now I am a regular at two places, one for breakfast, one for lunch and dinner. I do order almost the same thing every time. What is it with the regulars?
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Now you are triggering more memories for me, having worked in restaurants for years. The regulars we would fight over, the ones who never tipped, the ones who always asked to sit in my section. Come to think of it, now that we are regulars, we do order the same thing. Don’t like surprises, I guess.
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Haha! They say everything comes full circle!
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