Aren't you a regular?

As we get older we try and find some consistency in our lives because well everything we used to do or everyone we once had is slowly going away. Working at a restaurant I’ve seen people come in the same day every week, with the same people, and get the exact same thing. Every week. It’s usually older people who tend to do this but the way I see it is that it’s actually a great thing to do.  They always get to be around their favorite people eating some pizza or something and they get to know all of us that work there as well, and hopefully we all stay working there so they don’t have to deal with new people that don’t know how they like things. The only thing I absolutely hate about the regulars is that you have to watch them get older. Some days the group is missing a person and I tend to worry because usually when that happens they always look super sad. Maybe he died? Hopefully he’s just sick? Then there is the weeks that they don’t show up at all and you really do hope everything is okay. There is a woman and her parents that come in every Monday night and get a large pizza with sausage and mushrooms, every Monday night. The mother was always walking fine until one week she had a cane, the next a walker, and now she has been in a wheelchair since. It’s really sad because you just hope she doesn’t get worse, but yet they still come in for their regular Monday night dinner despite anything that is going bad. Now I feel like eventually all of us will try and find some place to go ALL the time to the point where you can just say oh I’ll have my usual and they all know EXACTLY what that is. Not only do us waitresses enjoy getting to see the same people every week but all the regulars enjoy how much we try to remember all they ask for. Some people go to the extent to even thank you and just tell you how much they appreciate what we do. Just last night a guy called asking for me and he just wanted to thank me for making sure his pizza was exactly how he wanted it with no bubbles popped. Bubbles on his pizza, that’s what he was so excited about and glad I remembered. Just the little things like that, just thanking someone can really make someone’s night. Just the regulars and the regular things always and forever hopefully.