I love that....

I love that feeling when I'm sitting on the outdoor patio at (one of) my favorite pubs around 6:00 p.m. or so. I love that the same waitress sees me coming and starts the Guinness pour for me before I even order, because she knows what I want. I love that 3 or 4 other people at the bar in the main room smile and wave, or say hello, because they've seen me here before and they recognize me. I love that I can take a book, sit and read, and not be disturbed until the glass is empty because that waitress I mentioned knows she doesn't have to check on me. I love that if I don't bring a book, there are other regulars there to chat with. I love that pub.

(inspired by the writing prompt at First 50 Words)