Where Everybody Knows Your Name

Walking out of my building today to get lunch, the security guard not ONLY nodded at me, but also said hi to me - WITH MY NAME! I didn't even think he KNEW my name! Odd... And then, this popped in my head....

Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got.
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot.
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Sometimes you want to go, where everybody knows your name,
and they're always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see, our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows your name.
You wanna go where people know, people are all the same,
You wanna go where everybody knows your name.
You want to go where people know, people are all the same;
You want to go where everybody knows your name.

Normally, NYC is not that place. I think that's why people back home were all crazy NOT to come here. But I realized - A LOT OF PEOPLE KNOW ME, especially since I haven't really been here all that long. A lot of them I know SHOULD know me, like work colleagues and Todd's roommates, and people at school but this is a list of kind of weird people who know me (by name or by habit - like, there's the girl that waits to wax her eyebrows):

1. The kind-of-creepy but totally gay Polish guy at Diva Salon in Bklyn Heights
2. The salad guys at Bagelfeller
3. The coffee lady at Cranberrys (thanks to my loudmouth, she also knows i'm moving..) - this could pretty much be expanded to everyone at Cranberrys who has worked there longer than two weeks
4. Melissa, the maybe-lesbian that USED to work at Cranberrys and now works at the BBQ down the street
5. Random security guards who know me because my boss is one of the few beautiful black women in the building
6. The guy who hands out AM New York and METRO at the 50th St C/E station

Maybe I should switch up my routine..........................