This past Saturday, Jason and I went to visit the local Bakery in Lewisburg... which is creatively named "The Bakery". The special for the day was tomato soup served with a grilled cheese sandwich on tomato basil bread. It was heaven, and gave Chelsea's, in Baton Rouge, a run for their money. The baker asked if Jason and I were brother and sister or husband and wife, and when Jason cleverly answered "both"; the baker's laughter was uncontrollable. It led to a great conversation about Lewisburg, the "O" school, living in Louisiana, visiting New York, and being asked to hang out with some of them outside of the bakery. I was amazed at how quickly they offered their help, advise, and friendship. It made me feel like a Yankee. While Louisiana is known for their southern hospitality, I'm not sure that they truly compare to the hospitality at The Bakery.
So... If you ever need to feel loved in a small town where you know no one.. find a local bakery. I'm not sure if they are bored, or just happy to be among the smell of sweets and good food all day. But for whatever reason, they are officially the nicest group of people ever. And yes, I am stereotyping. :) Bakery employees = Nice people. Try it out for yourselves.