A few weeks ago, I did a bar shop at TR. It was a location I only visited once before ever and that was five months ago.
What struck me right away was that the bartender knew my name right away without asking for it.
I had not given my name to anyone before she mentioned it. I wasn't wearing anything with my name
and I was ordering, no credit card out yet.
The last and only other time I was there, it was a male bartender. I clearly recall him.
This remains a mystery. I could have asked how she knew my name, but I did not want to tip off that it was a shop.
Life was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on