It makes my day when I walk into my Jimmy John’s behind four or five other people, and the guys behind the counter know me so well that they point at me and say, “Slim 2 with Cheese?” By the time I get to the counter to pay, my sandwich is waiting for me.
They say that cities are impersonal. They warned me that if I ever moved out of a small town, the people would be rude and I’d lose that sense of knowing my neighbors.
But all over this big, old city, I have places I can go where they not only know my name, but also know my sandwich order.
I never expected to fall in love with a city. This city, though… there’s something special about it. Austin rocks.