This is the joy of people, the joy of place – and the combination of the two
There are the obvious people we spend lots of time with in life: a spouse, children, extended family, friends, colleagues. Those you would expect. But isn’t it true that we often see far more frequently the cashier at the local shop; the waitress at the nearby cafe; the lifeguard at the pool?
This is the joy of being a regular. I create bonds significant enough with those I interact with on a daily basis that last year, when going to my usual breakfast place first thing on the morning of my birthday, the staff all came out singing, with a candle in a piece of a toast. And the only thing that would get me through the days when I was deeply depressed was the conversations with – and free bananas from – the guy who worked in the corner shop, Zain. I would tell myself that if I got out of bed and walked to the end of the street and spoke to Zain, that was something.
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