Dear Mr. Wegman:
You may not remember me but I am the female who dropped a jar of chutney at the Wegmans in Dewitt a couple of weeks ago. Despite my embarrassment of dropping a glass jar and causing a scene, I am happy it happened.
When walking into Wegmans that day, I was rushing to snag the specialty food items I can only find at Wegmans before leaving for Thanksgiving break. Though once I walked into the store that day, Christmas was in full swing and some of the best samples were being served. Unable to deprive myself of samples, and getting distracted by the holiday cheer, I was immersed in all things Wegmans.
Once reaching the correct aisle, I grabbed two of Patak's Hot Mango Chutney — one for me and one for my mom — and started to make my way to the cash registers. As I was trying to get a glimpse of my watch, already knowing I had spent more time in Wegmans than I had intended, one of the jars slipped from my hand and the glass had shattered everywhere. With chutney oozing all over the floor, I thought in my head: “cleanup on aisle 5.” Though before I could even look up, various Wegmans employees were addressing the situation — assuring me that this kind of stuff happens all the time and it was no big deal. Truthfully, I was ashamed to have wasted a perfectly good jar of chutney.
As I bent down trying to collect any hidden shards of glass, another hand suddenly appeared. Though it was not just any hand helping me, it was your hand, the owner of Wegmans, a local celebrity and icon within the food industry. Although our interaction was brief, it was a moment I will never forget. I guess it occasionally pays off to have butterfingers...
As a senior at Syracuse University, studying Public Relations and Food Studies, Wegmans has become a way of life. When I decided to attend SU, my grandmother was probably most excited that I would be living near a Wegmans. She explained to me that her parents grew up in Elmira, NY, and my great grandfather was a huge Wegmans fan, like many people, as I have come to realize.
Four years later, I now understand that bond. Wegmans is the grocery store in which I first began to shop and cook for myself. I now hold a similar enthusiasm as my grandmother for your family’s creations. Whether it’s the employees, the samples or the specialty products, Wegmans will forever be a place of comfort and satisfaction in my heart and I will truly miss it when I leave Syracuse in May.
It was an honor to shake your hand Mr. Wegman, as I am sure my great grandfather was proud.
Sincerely,
Evelyn Burgess
You may not remember me but I am the female who dropped a jar of chutney at the Wegmans in Dewitt a couple of weeks ago. Despite my embarrassment of dropping a glass jar and causing a scene, I am happy it happened.
When walking into Wegmans that day, I was rushing to snag the specialty food items I can only find at Wegmans before leaving for Thanksgiving break. Though once I walked into the store that day, Christmas was in full swing and some of the best samples were being served. Unable to deprive myself of samples, and getting distracted by the holiday cheer, I was immersed in all things Wegmans.
Once reaching the correct aisle, I grabbed two of Patak's Hot Mango Chutney — one for me and one for my mom — and started to make my way to the cash registers. As I was trying to get a glimpse of my watch, already knowing I had spent more time in Wegmans than I had intended, one of the jars slipped from my hand and the glass had shattered everywhere. With chutney oozing all over the floor, I thought in my head: “cleanup on aisle 5.” Though before I could even look up, various Wegmans employees were addressing the situation — assuring me that this kind of stuff happens all the time and it was no big deal. Truthfully, I was ashamed to have wasted a perfectly good jar of chutney.
As I bent down trying to collect any hidden shards of glass, another hand suddenly appeared. Though it was not just any hand helping me, it was your hand, the owner of Wegmans, a local celebrity and icon within the food industry. Although our interaction was brief, it was a moment I will never forget. I guess it occasionally pays off to have butterfingers...
As a senior at Syracuse University, studying Public Relations and Food Studies, Wegmans has become a way of life. When I decided to attend SU, my grandmother was probably most excited that I would be living near a Wegmans. She explained to me that her parents grew up in Elmira, NY, and my great grandfather was a huge Wegmans fan, like many people, as I have come to realize.
Four years later, I now understand that bond. Wegmans is the grocery store in which I first began to shop and cook for myself. I now hold a similar enthusiasm as my grandmother for your family’s creations. Whether it’s the employees, the samples or the specialty products, Wegmans will forever be a place of comfort and satisfaction in my heart and I will truly miss it when I leave Syracuse in May.
It was an honor to shake your hand Mr. Wegman, as I am sure my great grandfather was proud.
Sincerely,
Evelyn Burgess