It’s official: the holiday season has begun, assuming I use Wegmans as a reliable source and knower-of-all-things-holiday.
You know it's time for Christmas when the Sushi stations are decorated...
Yes, that’s right. The holiday displays are out and blazing in all of their mistletoe-d glory. But I’m getting ahead of myself. First things first: on to yesterday’s RAC.
I made a much needed pilgrimage yesterday to the Mecca of all supermarkets, Wegmans (you know you’re in need of grocery when condiments start becoming meals). I could fill up an entire post detailing all the reasons why I love, love, LOVE Wegmans, but I’ll save that for another day. Suffice it to say that I could spend weeks upon weeks in that store and never get bored. In fact, I’m pretty sure I could run a third-world country from within its walls, AND still have time to bake the perfect apple pie in time for dinner (or just buy one from the bakery).
As I drove up to that Shining City, I began to prepare myself for the oncoming battle: finding a parking spot. Wegmans is never NOT busy. You could go there in the dead of night, during a lake-effect snow storm, on Christmas Day, when the Apocalypse is happening, and STILL find the parking lot filled with customers. The struggle for a parking spot is ongoing. People have actually petitioned Wegmans to reserve spots for themselves. True story. Vacationers at Chautauqua Institution in New York have actually asked the company if they could reserve select parking locations for them during the summer. I’m sure Muffy and Penfield were none too pleased when Wegmans turned them down. They probably had to be consoled by their limo driver and sangrias on the long, tedious, 20-minute ride back to base camp. Shame, shame.
Miracle on 32nd Street 