>Voting never gets old. I grabbed a cup of coffee from Panera because it was on my way to the polling station. After voting, I headed back to my usual deli to pick up all the daily newspapers. My deli guy asked, “Coffee?” I patted my Panera coffee and said no. He said, “Ohhhh…Panera….” Something in his tone and look said the big guy was slowly winning out and taking all his business. I felt like a traitor. I love him and his coffee and our discussions about current events (usually tied to NY Post headlines) so felt compelled to defend my decision. “Oh, no, I voted…it was on my way. Just this time, I promise!” I will forever only get Panera coffee when it’s to stay.
Until November, of course.