Walk into cafe.
One of the managers behind the register sees me enter and shouts my name, “Zero!”
I put my laptop bag down and wave. He continues… “Mild mannered cafe lurker by day… Superhero by night.”
“I can neither confirm nor deny that,” I say as I approach the registers.
“You probably are a Superhero. In any case, you’re my favorite Zero… well, other than the one at the end of my paycheck.”
And since he’s actually helping another customer throughout this exchange, the other cashier greets me, “Hey, what can I get you?”
“Coffee, please,” I say, waving my travel mug.
“Is that it?”
“You’re good, man. Go ahead.”
And then I walked away like a guy with the impression that they’re kinda maybe ok with me at this establishment.