The gas station clerk who remembered my coffee order for 3 years straight.
There used to be this little Shell station on the corner of 5th and Main in my old neighborhood, and I'd stop there every morning for coffee and a pack of gum. After about 6 months, the clerk, this older guy named Mike, just started pouring my coffee when he saw my truck pull in. He always got it right - black, two sugars, with the little plastic lid already snapped on. One day I came in with a bad headache and told him I might skip the coffee, and he just said "you look like you need it more today" and pushed the cup toward me. That small thing stuck with me because nobody does that anymore, not even at places you go every day. I moved out of that town 2 years ago, but sometimes I wonder if Mike still remembers my order. Has anyone else had a stranger in your routine who just got you like that?