What Does it Mean to Become a Regular?

We’re all regulars somewhere. The gym. The office. The coffee shop. The bar. In a vignette that captures the poignancy of becoming a regular at a New York City corner bodega, “Paul T.” writes for the New York Times on his musings about the etiquette of being a frequent visitor. Should you learn the bodega guy’s name? How do you ask without being awkward? The mini-snapshot of city life ends with Paul’s roommate inviting Omar, the bodega guy, in for brown-bagged beers at 7 a.m. Only in New York. [The New York Times]