"Hi, I'm Danny..."

This Saturday I met Danny Wegman.

A friend who is a manager there told me about Mr. Wegman's visit to the Lakewood Wegmans as part of his annual tour around area stores.

As someone who is a fan of the store, I thought it might be cool to shake Mr. Wegman's hand and, perhaps, request that he bring sushi back to our store.

The store was in fine form, with all products stocked in abundance. I tasted several samples being offered around the store including chicken French, shrimp cocktail, organic strawberry jam on brie, and spiral ham. The employees gathered at the front of the store when the executives arrived, cheering with music playing. I went about my errands, collecting my groceries for the week.

After I left frozen foods, I looked up and saw a man clad in a red sports jacket come my way. It was Danny! I paused, and said, "Mr. Wegman?"

"Hi! I'm Danny," he said as he extended his hand

I shook his hand, thinking it was the softest skin I had felt. "My name is Julia."

"Julia? Nice to meet you!" he replied.

"It's nice to meet you too! I just want to tell you what a great store you have," I said. I felt my face starting to flush to the roots of my hair. "I grew up in Rochester and when I moved to Jamestown it was a comfort to know there was a Wegmans here."

"Thank you!" Danny replied. Or at least I think he did. I wished him a good visit and we both moved on.

At least I was more coherent than when I met John Edwards.