I become a classier person when I shop at Wegmans. I don't know how it happens, but it happens. When I carry a list and a fistful of unorganized coupons into a regular grocery store, shopping is simply a duty. But shopping at Wegmans is an experience -- like a walk in an artificially lit park where the ground is tiled and the paths are lined with aisles full of obscure items like wasabi peas and pickled watermelon rinds and fellow park-dwellers sip lattes and select produce like kale and snacks like gourmet organic chips. That kind of park.
But since I'm not actually classy in this sense, the best thing about Wegmans for me is the bulk candy section. Last night I yanked a plastic bag off the dispenser and scooped a generous helping of chocolate covered pretzels.
Joel rounded the corner while I twisted the bag closed and moved closer to the scale to print the price tag. Without even looking at the chocolate covered pretzel bin he announced the PLU code. "It's 79706."
He has this memorized? Known by heart? I looked at him warily.
"What?" he grinned. "I'm good with numbers."
That is an entirely valid excuse; he is quite good with numbers.
I'm still not buying it, though.
For the record, I'm not making up the pickled watermelon rinds. That's legit -- at least at our Wegmans. If you're impressed, why don't you show your love by voting for me today. Thanks!