Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Knowing people's names

Creepy? Kind? Good customer service? Pathetic? Those are the words that come to mind, but all for different situations.

Today, I stopped by the Chinese place by my old office. I walked up to the counter and the man said, "Teresa, what would you like to order today?" Granted, I have been eating there for 4 years, and most of the time I call in my order and give him my name, but it still made me feel...pathetic. Because I eat there so much. But it also makes me feel good that he remembers my name.

And for another story...I know, two in one day...I hope I'm not giving anyone a heart attack. The way my schedule is right now, I go to Pekin 3-5 days a week. They are doing construction in a very inconvenient place that I haven't figured out a way to conveniently bypass yet. And I often forget that it's there so I don't always give myself enough time to get where I'm going. Luckily today I just went from one client's house to Pekin even though I would be getting there early (or so I thought) because it took 45 minutes to get to the house! It normally takes me about 20-25 minutes. But the thing that irritates me the most is the drivers who decide to ride in the lane that is closing until the last possible second and cut in front of all the other cars who have been waiting a really long time because of the cut-in-front cars! But then I felt really bad because I was purposely riding the fender of the car in front of me so that no one could cut in front of me. I mean, seriously, those cars probably added 10 minutes to my trip. Okay, deep breaths. I'm over it now. Well, until tomorrow when I have to sit in the traffic again. If my car was bigger, I would straddle the two lines so no one could get through, but I'm not quite that aggressive :).

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

So funny, I do the same thing. One time it happened during summer and the signs were up for at least a mile and half, when push came to shove I wouldn't back down and let the guy in, however my windows were all down, so he asked if I was going to let him in. I said no and drove on. That was a good day! Deep breaths for all. . . Michele