It’s a nice feeling to walk into Starbucks and the staff already knows what I’m ordering. She smiled at me when it was my turn, and said “Vanilla Latte. Hot.“ before I even had a chance to say hi. And I told her to grab a “whatever cake” for me cos I was starving after gym.
She got me an Oreo Cheesecake — “Our most popular”, she had said — and a Grande Vanilla Latte in a takeaway paper cup, just the way I like it. And I didn’t even had to tell her what size it was that I wanted. She already knew.
I feel like a privileged customer. Ho ho ho.
And it’s nicer that my Uncle Henry offered to come and help with the charity thingy and he folded all the letters and slotted them into envelopes while I pasted the stamps and insert the directory card into the envelopes.
Now we have 200 prepacked envelopes just waiting for me to address and prepare + slot in member cards!!
Except I can’t mail anything out until I receive the self-inking company stamp that was supposedly mailed out on Monday but I have yet received.
But it’s the nicest that Hubs automatically turns to his side to spoon me when I rub his tummy towards my direction. As if it’s so natural to be snuggly. 🙂