It’s the Little Things

Every single morning when I’m on my way to work, I stop at the coffee shop at the train station to get my morning coffee.

Just a coffee.

It’s my treat to myself.  It makes the hour and a half commute bearable.


That coffee shop is my half way point.  I’ve done the driving portion, the parking portion and the walking portion.  This is the beginning of the train portion.  It’s the beginning of the first part of my commute that’s not stressful as hell (due to traffic and parking), or in the winter, cold as hell (Hello Polar Vortex 2!!).

Some time in November, the guy at the counter started to remember me.

I just kinda stared at him.  I mean this train station is the beginning of the line.  The 2 parking lots alone hold over 3,000 cars, not to mention the huge bus depot bringing people in.  This guy probably sees a few thousand people every single morning.  Now I know I’m not the only “regular” that he remembers but I couldn’t help but feel a little special. I had been going there every single morning since May.  And finally one day, I got to the counter and my coffee was already ready and waiting.

Every morning since that day, Monday to Friday, I get to the counter and my coffee is ready.

And every single morning it makes me smile.

It’s the little things in life that can make all the difference.



4 thoughts on “It’s the Little Things

  1. At first I was like OMG do I drink that much coffee that he recognizes me! But seriously, it’s one coffee a morning. It’s a nice feeling. I know in the grand scheme, it’s fairly minor but it’s a major city in a huge train station. To be remembered is special. It’s not like I’m one out of 50 customers in a small town 😉

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