I don’t care how many delicious lunch spots there are in Indy, Panera will always have the key to my heart. You just can’t do wrong by me with Panera. The closest one to my office is a few short miles up the road, and is a perfect mutual meeting spot for me and a former employee/colleague/good friend of mine from her office. We meet there once or twice a month for a dose of gossip, exchanging of work and life advice, and stuff our faces with a yummy soup and salad.
A few weeks ago when we were meeting there, I was climbing out of my car and was greeted by a stranger’s cat call “damn girl…you are GORGEOUS!!” I might have otherwise been afraid and ran away, but I’d just read an article that women should really not take offense to cat calls, but to take the compliment and move on with your day feeling a little brighter. “Thank you!” I said and walked into the café with my chin in the air.
Yesterday, my girlfriend and I met on an off-beat day of the week (going out for lunch on a Tuesday? Normally a Friday activity for me). She’d texted me she was running a few minutes late, so I was standing near the door at the back of the line. A disheveled young mother and her toddler walked past me, “NICE outfit!!” and kept on going. I didn’t even have time to thank her.
I told my girlfriend we might have to up these visits to weekly. It’s so great for my self-esteem (since I have such a problem with that…)
I am not sure if it’s creepy or awesome that strangers at Panera find me irresistible…but I don’t care!
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