So last night I had a nice little walk to the local shop. By 'local shop' I of course mean the all night garage, the only place anywhere near me that's open when I want cigarettes at 3am.
I like these little walks, I'm practically the only person about, I have my headphones in, and I'm usually a little drunk (I wouldn't be needing cigarettes at 3am if I wasn't). I may even skip along a bit.
Now, it should have occurred to me that the staff at the garage would start to notice the same crazy girl showing up at stupid hours every other weekend or so, and I believe last time I went I told the cashier to 'Keep the change, and have a Merry Christmas'.
I wouldn't recognise any of these people if I saw them in the street. But apparently they recognise me by now. Last night I went to buy my cigarettes, having no idea if the guy at the counter had ever served me before, and I was immediately thanked for the huge bar of chocolate he bought himself last time.
Apparently they know me now. Apparently I go there a little too often.
But, I provided someone with chocolate when they were stuck at work at 3am. They may think I'm a lunatic, but at least I'm the nice kind.