My corner deli guy already has my breakfast order down pat. “Rye toast with peanut butter?” he smiles. Yes, please. Then he draws a smiley face on the foil. Not everyone gets that. I’ve checked! AND after my 4-month absence, my favorite sandwich people remembered my preggo lunch of choice—avocado, cheddar, and tomato—no sprouts. I didn’t speak a word. My man just told me my order.
I am oddly flattered by all of this.
I don't get out much.