Go Where It’s Warm

images Go where it’s warm.

If I had the cash, it definitely would be Hawaii, but since leis and coconuts aren’t in my budget, it will have to be Panera Bread.

It is quite a letdown, but hey…you work with what you’ve got.

Years ago when I was complaining about a club owner who wouldn’t give me stage timeΒ  during my very short comedy career, Bill Hicks said, “Go where they want ya darlin…go where it’s warm.”

It stayed with me for obvious reasons since the door that doesn’t open is not the door for you.

I’ve mentioned my sadness I can only describe as seasonal, and believe when we’re in a vulnerable state vultures head our way. We’re wide open to be picked on…the thin skinned, overly sensitive feels much too much person, loose on the avenue.

I decided to take this theory to heart mapping out places where I feel well, coming and going.

Believe it or not, Panera heads the list since I quite often begin my day there.

They open on time, unlike Starbucks who gets annoyed because you expect them to. No bedside manner there. God forbid they get your order wrong…you’re lucky it’s not hurled at you across the counter.

Panera says good morning, how are you…and knows exactly how you want your bagel without having to say it twelve times. There’s cheer and gratitude in the air since most of the workers are young inner-city kids happy to have a job.

Someone always comes over to make sure you’re satisfied because if you’re not, they’ll gladly replace whatever it is to your liking.

Once a month I get an email asking me to tell them about my Panera experience. I’m not a survey kinda gal, but always answer to tell them how kind everyone is even mentioning some by name. I recently found out reports are posted so everyone can read them. Has to feel good being told you’re doing a great job.

Go where it’s warm?

Camille said, “Saks has the best heating system, Bergdorf a close second, why not just go there…and shop.”

She’s not as susceptible as I am to those vultures, but for me, to start my day with extra butter and a smile makes all the difference.

Hicks also said, “Bay-ba, you shouldn’t be doin comedy, your hide is pretty (it was) but it ain’t too tough. Keep modelin, and write.”

Twenty-four years later, the prophet, as usual, was on the money.

SB

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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9 Responses to Go Where It’s Warm

  1. micklively says:

    There’s nothing like the smell of fresh baked bread and fresh brewed coffee to invoke euphoria in the morning. Having lived in the tropics, I can assure, this process works best in a cold climate. So you are better off in N.Y. than Hawaii. πŸ˜‰

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  2. gmg says:

    Love your post and can definitely relate. I love the heat, sun, and greenery. Without them, I feel tired and blue. A good idea to search for warmth in other ways as well. Love that Bill Hicks!!
    gmg

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  3. katecrimmins says:

    I’m with you. I like to start my day on a happy note. I usually hit the gym, then Starbucks (our local is much friendlier than yours). Even if I’m grumpy those crazy exercise babes can get me laughing. Then top it off with a nice hot mocha latte. Go where it’s warm baby.

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  4. I’d love to see you do stand-up, just saying. πŸ™‚ You have enough material, probably.

    It’s funny: I was just checking my Facebook newsfeed and one friend in Newfoundland mentioned how it was still snowing there. Right below it was another friend, also a Newfie, who was mentioning getting an ice coffee in the Bahamas since it was so hot there. He, at least, took your advice here. πŸ™‚

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  5. Elle Knowles says:

    Don’t come to the Florida Panhandle for warmth! It was in the 50’s Saturday at the FBA Marching MPA Festival in Panama City Beach! And the wind was blowing 90 to nothing. I had on three layers and with Hot Hands in my pockets still shivered. I would have loved to have been in a Panera Bread about 7pm. I usually venture in there by myself since H isn’t too keen on soup and sandwiches.

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