I used to go to a coffee shop near where I worked fairly regularly. I deliberately tried to mix up what I ordered every time because I enjoy trying new things. One day, one of the baristas acknowledged me as a “regular” and made a note of what I had ordered, and from that day forward, that is what they started making me when they saw me walk in. If she wasn’t working, I would still mix it up, but I never had the heart to tell her that the random drink I ordered one arbitrary day wasn’t really my favorite. I think at some point I appreciated being remembered more than I cared about the coffee.