Last night I had a meeting at my favorite spot, Panera. Now, you need to know I was not at "my" Panera. I was meeting some friends at another Panera where they do not know me. I ordered a bowl of soup and went to pay and could not find my debit card. I had that little panic moment when you go to look for you bank card and it is not where you put it. My mind started racing as to where it possibly could be and when I last used it. Oh, yes, I gave it to the girls on Sunday to go out to lunch with their cousins after church. Snap! Did one of my girls have my card in their purse and now they are back at school? As all of this is going through my mind, the man in line behind me said to the cashier that he could get one of the manger cards and take care of this. I asked if I could write a check, because if you know me at all, you know I never, I mean never, have cash. Panera does not accept checks. The man behind me was a Panera employee and walked the cashier through what I thought was accepting a check. But as he went around to help the young man at the register, he said, "Okay, it is taken care of." So I handed the man my check and he said again, "It is taken care of." I did not understand and I said, "You mean my soup is free!" He said, "Yes." I thanked him and told him that I frequent Panera on a regular basis, at least once a week, and that this is not even "my" Panera. He told that he was happy to help me out and that the next time I am going to "my" Panera to think of him at "his" Panera. You just gotta love Panera!
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