"everyone knows your name"

I had a rough night last night, and had a rough morning this morning...and after crying on the way to work, decided to stop for a coffee...

this tiny little painted hole in the wall, between the train tracks, the sculpture park and on the water of puget sound...had 5 people in line in front of me (unimaginably long for Seattle standards)...but as I stood there I realized the barista new every person's name, their coffee, and a little bit about them...he was happy, kind, sincere...and it was strangely comforting. (even if he didn't know my name)