The woman who made my

The woman who made my coffee this morning in the Starbucks downstairs in the cafeteria is the same woman who sold me Girl Scout cookies outside the grocery store last night. I only notice because during each two-minute dialogue, she called me "sweetie" at least 6 times.

"Hi, sweetie?"
"How are you, sweetie?"
"What would you like, sweetie?"
"Here you go, sweetie."
"Enjoy that, sweetie."
"Thank you, sweetie."

Once, and I wouldn't think anything of it. But six times??