This morning I thought I'd start off my day by going to Starbucks. Of the ten or so customers in there, it became instantly clear that I was the outsider. Why you ask? It is because I was the one who wasn't called by name when I walked in. I was the non-regular there. I felt like such an outcast in a public place. I wanted to run to "Cheers" – I wanted to be where everybody knew my name.
One of the customers I determined was a 'regular' had turned one of the tables into a make-shift office. He was set with his hot coffee, laptop, and paper – I was jealous as I looked at my watch and realized I was running late to work.
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