After many bagels and the occasional Snapple, I have finally been recognized as a regular. This, for some reason, has been a goal of mine for a while. I feel it is a slice of accomplishment, in a twisted way. One time she even let me not pay because I didn't have cash.
"Oh, you can pay tomorrow - you are in here all the time." (for the record, I did not eat there the next morning, I just paid for my contraband) Writing that just now actually made me feel nasty. A regular at a bagel place in down town SF? Great. -10? In any case, I now feel like it is a game I have to play with her to order something different. Hey you, the Cinnamon Sugar bagel with butter girl? I think not - call me Blueberry the muffin.
In a hugely unrelated topic - I sincerely hate clear bra straps. I do not even understand the theory behind it. Was there a point when someone thought: "Oh! I will just balance this clear plastic cup on my shoulder. No one will ever know"?

I rest my case.