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At the Portillos drive-thru in Chicago, you pull into the lane and their order takers come to your window, take your money and eventually bring your food, usually while you're creeping along in a line of 15-20 cars. Once, the order taker came over and said "Excuse me - several people in line have asked me to find out what kind of car this is."
While visiting Kentucky, I'm driving my elderly aunt somewhere and she notices that at every light, people nod or give me a thumbs up. "What's going on, how do you know all these people?"
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