The freight elevator at work is a place where me and the Kate bike go every day. We aren't there today, because it's Labor Day in the USA. We are on vacation! I'm on vacation. Kate is resting. That's what she's supposed to be doing anyway.
I am very bad at names, but I made the most serious effort to learn the names of the gentlemen who operate the freight elevators at work, and I learned them almost immediately. I think I know what area they live in, and I usually have a general idea about their plans for the weekend.
The freight elevator guys are awesome because they quickly got beyond the redundant questions like "I guess you like pink!" and "You didn't bike in those shoes did you?" And that makes them all the more lovable.