...the relationship was cemented on my second weekend there. Having nothing to do, I timidly knocked on the door of one Roomie and asked what she was doing that day. She excitedly replied, "I'm going to Wegmans today with a few friends! Have you ever heard of it?!"
Wegmans.
Had I ever heard of it? I was literally weaned on it. In the weekly trips my mother made, I learned to recognize the letters that constituted this strange name (thanks, Danny), and it was my little sister's first recognized word: "wegaman!" It became my mantra and aspiration upon leaving Rochester to convert the world to its greatness and glory. While in college out west, it was described as an Eden of shopping, a virtual haven of victual delight, a veritable, vegetable paradise!
During my time in Virginia, three have been constructed, and slowly but surely, the area is waking up to the blessing that truly is the best company to work for. I no longer have to convince the masses, as they, apparently, have already managed to convince themselves.
While at home this past weekend, I attempted to record the flagship Pittsford Wegmans' interior for blogging posterity. However, as the camera flashed, a tenacious employee with a well-worn, weary expression on her face approached me and informed me that she was sorry, but Wegmans did not allow pictures to be taken of the interior, but if I so desired, I could approach Customer Service and they would let me sign a legal form that would allow me to snap all the pictures I wanted. My friend, confused (and admittedly a virgin to the Wegmans experience), blinked and asked "you mean this has happened before?" "yes, all the time."
Ahhh, to be a grocery store god among insects... I had to content myself with stocking up on the various venerable gummi delights of the "bulk foods" room (they've sadly taken down the choo-choo-train!) that so entertained my earlier, formidable years. Yes, those are really gummi snakes. Maybe I'll bring some to this summer's opening of what looks to be a cinematic masterpiece, Snakes on a Plane. It'll be like my own version of having never felt so bad in my entire life (<--if you only click on one link, let it be this one)... who wants to come?!
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Francis Fratelli : Tell us everything! Everything!
Chunk : Everything. OK! I'll talk! In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max's toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog...When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out...But the worst thing I ever done -- I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa -- and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.
Classic!
Chunk: Okay, okay michael jackson did not come over to my house to use the bathroom....but his sister did!
so, is this somewhere we're gonna go when i come out to visit? hey, we need to decide on a date! i wanna build my paper chain too!
Ah, Wegmans....one of the first places I'll go when I get back to State College. Last summer I was addicted to the açaí juice they have--a nice li'l Brazilian pick-me-up berry juice that I had been missing. Not to mention their crème brûlée, and their free recipes and samples, the Thai and Indian foods section...it's just unfettered bliss.
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