I called the Indian restaurant on my way from the airport to order takeout because I knew I wouldn’t have time to cook tonight. But I still wanted a good, home-cooked meal. No fast food.
When I walked into the restaurant 45 minutes later, there were two other people ahead of me so I had to wait in line a few minutes while their orders were taken. When my turn came, the cashier casually called me by my first name, urging me forward, and I was like, “What?!? You recognize me now?”
“I do,” he said.
“That’s nice,” I replied.
It made my evening. I’ve been to this restaurant no more than 5 times these past almost 4 years. I didn’t think anyone there would recognize me. Nice touch. 
Very cool! You are certainly not forgettable.
Awww, Rags. Thanks! Neither are you.