The runners and I

Every Saturday morning I walk down the street, pick up the papers and buy a fresh baked muffin for breakfast.  The cafe where I get the muffin is also frequented by a mob of runners and I usually judge my timing for the day by whether I have beaten the runners there or not.  I don't know how long they have been ending their sessions there but when I do beat them the are tables set for them, jugs of water and piles of glasses ready to go.  They have reached the elevated status of The Regular.  Yesterday I was initiated into the club.  I arrived later than usual but still ahead of the runners and found that, not only did they remember my order (one muffin, take away, no butter) but it was bagged and ready to go.  If it happens again next week if officially in.  Yes.