There was this warm friendly neighborhood coffee hangout I used to frequent at my old workplace; hadn’t been there for some time. I was passing by the other day and thought I should pop in to have my evening caffeine shot there. As I approached, the same old steward smiled and greeted me, I took my usual table with the world view, he brought my usual cappuccino and cookies the way I always had there, accompanied with the usual butter croissant the way I like, with my usual drink, and a copy of the usual paper I read. I looked around, breathed the coffee aromas wafting most enticingly past me, watched the world go by. All this, without either one of us exchanging a single word.
I sat there, gazing from my ‘usual’ place for sometime. I hadn’t realized that I always ordered the same thing; I hadn’t realized I always read the paper while eating. I hadn’t realized that this ‘familiar stranger’ knew my evening snack routine better than me.
Don’t know why the theme song Cheers popped into my head at that moment…followed by a smile.
How many familiar strangers do I know? How many do you know?