Where Everybody Knows Your Name

Funny Story:
B and I were sitting on the couch relaxing and enjoying a quite afternoon. I really mean it. It was quiet. You will appreciate silence more when you never experience it. Anyways, this was, for some reason, a quiet afternoon.
We hear the noise of someone coming up the stairs. It is quiet again and then we hear, "Cla-toon." This is Arabic for my name. Either that or "Clinton." I am getting to where I just introduce myself as Clinton, because it is easier. They all know how to say Clinton, because of our former president.
Well, this particular "Cla-toon" sounded alot like the 9 year old that lives next door, so we call out, "ahlan (come in/welcome/hello)" as I am making my way to the door a boy walks in. A boy I have never seen before in my life. He says, "Cla-toon, wayn Bulos (Clayton, where is Bulos{the kid next door})" I told him I didn't know and to check downstairs, so he ran off and we haven't seen him since.
So this place is very much like Cheers, because its "where everybody knows your name."