Who is afraid to be a regular customer? Weird intro to the story.
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pol = pea-pol?
If that's a common abbr. resp. bastrdzn. I never saw it before... all it reminds me of is {N}chan.
Maybe she wanted to type "ppl" but missed the second p 🤷♂️
Are people afraid to be regular customers? Do they go out of their way to shop at different places all the time?
If you're outwardly likable, relatable and able to be all chatty smiles and eye contact with everyone you meet, people are going to be much nicer to you because they've assumed much nicer things about you.
Due to this, you probably only have pleasant connotations with frequenting places where you are noticed by for your habits by strangers.
Shopping online is much less stressful imo. And if I want a fresh cheesecake, I make it myself.
Sure, but unless you're actively unpleasant as a customer then becoming a recognised regular shouldn't be any worse than a neutral thing
I’m pretty good at being as you described and I still prefer online shopping whenever possible. Ah, the joys of introversion! People are often surprised when I describe myself as an introvert, and my response is that I fake extroversion well.
What if they try to go past NPC speak and I have to talk about my cringe ass hobbies, then they find out I'm a weird loser?
You don’t have to.
You have 💫self control✨like literally control over what you want to talk about.
I have a number of stores I shop at regularly and I am on a first name basis with the owners. But, the nearest places that have other stores are 50+ miles away. A hazard of living in the middle of nowhere I suppose.
What a strange non-sequitur
This is not a debate. What is going on in the comments of this post, can you not spot a joke?
This definitely pays off if you tip well at a bar you're a regular at.
At our local Mexican place they would spike our margaritas so much that occasionally they'd be almost undrinkable. I'm pretty sure they were tossing a shot of everclear in it.
But it was great, before our server even made it to our table, they'd bring us our drinks and queso dip.
I don’t have enough disposable income to be a ‘regular’ anywhere but my kitchen.
When I was recovering from a broken femur, my physical therapist was just down the street from an awesome diner. Needless to say we went there multiple times a week for a couple of months; the waiter who was there in the afternoons had our drink order memorized and congratulated me when I graduated from walker to cane.
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