I'll try a top five
5. The Spanish vets who I got talking to at the pub when I brought my houseguest from italy there. They recommended that I get pet insurance for my cat (I've still not done it but I should)
4. The woman who struck up a conversation with me outside the art gallery whilst we were unlocking our bikes. Extremely rare straight male uninitiated flirt that I will treasure probably for the next five years.
3. Carlos, the owner of Carlos BBQ who recommended I have zataar on my chips instead of peri peri salt, because "They put all sorts in peri peri salt." I disagree with him, but zataar isn't too bad as an alternative.
2. The extremely, powerfully stoned bearded guy at the hostel I stayed at in Shropshire who managed to be extremely diligent about our various dietary requirements whilst communicating to us from a planet many lightyears away.
1. Marsi, the barista at a coffee shop I hate who is really, really good.