Double Coupons

If you love coupons that grant you a special deal, then this ones for you.

Our daily newspaper, the Express will feature the local Panera's new seasons dishes. Along with the feature there's a coupon for $2 off a sandwhich, salad, or pizza. For the past two months I have been waiting for this coupon. Periodically scanning the paper in hopes of finding gold. Thinking I would have to wait a few more months before the next came out, I read books and not the paper in the morning, I picked up a paper and my dream had come true. Page 8, left hand column my beloved coupon. This must be what people who experienced the Gold Rush felt like. As I tried to decide between the Pesto Chicken Melt of the Chicken Parmesan, it struck me that I need to find another paper and I wouldn't have to decide, but could enjoy both. Now at this time in the morning, it can be hard to find one of these said papers, especially when they have coupons in them. However, I was lucky enough to snag one from the paper vendor who waits for me at the top of the escalator. Inside I am beaming. I can't believe my luck.

Lunch comes and I venture out to the local Panera. Inside my mind is thinking must find more papers. I see one box with the Express in it, and think I need to grab more of those on my way back. Luckily I snag a few more on my way back and I am set for the next month.

Meeting of Women

I've been waiting for months for the first official meeting of my women's club. It finally arrives and I am scared out of my mind. I feel like the new girl all over again. Having attended an informational meeting earlier this spring, I expected to be judged as only girls can do all over again, while thinking will I really fit into this group? Think rush. I have to admit I've never been through rush but I imagine it to be similiar.

Prior to this meeting, my leader contacts her groupies and arranges a pre-meeting. I think to myself at least I'll have someone to sit with this morning. I arrive at our meeting place 15 minutes early, my nerves get the best of me, and walk around. I don't want to seem too anxious. When I finally saunter over to my group I am surprised at how normal everyone seems. There's a runner, she lives up the street from me, the professional, and the cover girl. I continue to steal glances at the cover girl all morning in an attempt to figure out who she resembles. It finally hits me around 10:00 a.m. that she's Audrian from the hills. Now I feel intimidated. Did I mention she went to Texas?

After said meeting we head over for bonding time at the local tavern. I somehow loose my group and head for the door, but I am rescued by a fellow co-worker who decides to adopt me for a day. So my new "group" is very friendly and I thoroughly enjoy hanging out with them. Too bad they may get swallowed up in the sea of hundreds never to be seen again. Then it dawns on me, that's the purpose of those business cards. I never have one when I need it. One investment not worth the price.