Personal attachments to Wegmans are so fierce that the syndrome should qualify as a psychiatric condition.
Some customers come to our store every day. One dedicated shopper rides her bike, regardless of weather.
As a Wegmans employee, I probably sound like a lackey saying this. Believe me, the place isn’t perfect. (More on that in other posts.) But it’s sure doing something right.
More about our strange obsession on the about us page.
I miss Wegmans so much. People in Pittsburgh don’t know..
— Steve Benko (@SteveBenko) January 17, 2020
Packed an entire suitcase full of wegmans brand food down to Florida with me…. have no clothes but also no regrets
— Julia Wagner (@julliiaaa__) January 19, 2020
It doesn’t take a village, just a @Wegmans
— Delete MY Account (@HamHock42) January 18, 2020
When I die, scatter my ashes across my local @Wegmans….preferably next to the sponge candy.
— Leeanna Golembiewski (@lgolembiewski13) January 19, 2020
Can I live in a Wegmans
— Veda Scott (@itsvedatime) January 6, 2020
“Wegmans isn’t just a grocery store…it’s a lifestyle” -Gab 2020
— learningtobefearless (@alexandraairene) January 4, 2020
An update to the “mother-in-law who has never been to a Wegmans” , Wegmans excursion posted yesterday……..we are still here. (Friday) pic.twitter.com/v6dOxgJ51v
— Patrick Hammer (@pathammer) December 27, 2019
I fucking miss Wegmans
— flat earth crisis (@in_a_j4r) March 1, 2020