Where everyone knows everyone else’s name

I've always wanted the small town experience of walking into a place and having the proprietors know me. I have tried to establish a friendly rapport with store owners in the past, but it never seems to stick. Lately I have been having the opposite experience.

When I visit my local Starbucks it seems like the baristas know everyone’s name but mine. “Hey Matthew! How’s the wife and kids!? You want your usual triple shot soy mocha with two pumps and no whip, right?” Then I arrive at the counter and they’re like, “who the F*CK are you?!”

Okay that may be a bit of an exaggeration, but still. . . .