Not rocket science: you treat them like an orifice, they'll be an orifice. You treat them like a person, they'll be a person. This was one of the more special ones, but they do happen. Same trip, another girl knows I'll stop for a soft drink after leaving the shop as I've told her she leaves me drained. Last visit, as I was dressing, she brought in a metal cup with crushed ice and my soft drink. Nice chat as I finished dressing and enjoyed the drink. Personal touch. Here in SYD, given the methodology, minimal time. But in other climes, where LT is a possibility, not all that unusual. Example, a buddy stopped by my abode and Miss Thursday went to the kitchen to make him dinner. As she was away cooking, he told me, "You know, she's not doing this for ME, but to make YOU look good..."