Peaceful, like heaven on a Sunday

Thanks to my schedule, I am working on Mother's Day. It hasn't been too bad, save for the interracial couple of Col. Sanders and the wicked witch of the west (dressed for Halloween why?), and of course the return of an oldie but goodie customer (I am told) whom I have had the privilege to assist my last 2 Sunday shifts.
When we see this person approach the desk, we wonder what he will say next, and here it is:
"how is my favorite young drug pusher doing, can I get a fix?" He wanted 30 more minutes on the internet. Ten minutes later he asks my coworker the same thing. I wanted to say "I thought I was your favorite", but thought better of it.