Dear Mr. Mariano,
I was a Dominick’s devotee. Born and raised. I was the kid in the shopping cart with the box of animal crackers glued to the tank of live lobsters. I dreamt of one day being a Dominick’s cashier, all sophisticated and mathematical. When I look back at my childhood, it feels like half of it was spent in that most cherished and magical of grocery stores.
I am now the mom. My three boys also grew up in Dominick’s, again with those same animal crackers and a strong interest in locating that elusive lobster tank they’d heard so much about. It was painful to take the final walk on Christmas Eve, to face those empty shelves, and to hug the employees goodbye. These were warm and caring people who doted on my kids, offered up free cheese, and never, ever forgot to smile.
I feared I would never know grocery store love again.
I was totally wrong.
Like a lost widow still grieving her most cherished of loves, I half-heartedly entered Mariano’s last week.And holy flippity floppity fudge.
I mean REALLY. I don’t know about you, Mr. Mariano, but I can’t cook fish to save my freaking life. I’ve accidentally food-poisoned my family. Twice. Yet questionable cooking abilities are not a problem at this new-fangled, other-worldly grocery store.
They cook it for you!
And the food. THE FOOD.
My gaping emotional wound began healing almost instantly.
As are my boys.
No more food poisoning, you see.Sincerely,
Before I post the response, I can't be the ONLY one who remembers the live lobster tanks at Dominick's, right??
Anyway, Mr. Mariano totally responded with a brand-spanking new gift card and personal letter to my mailbox. Score! That brings my total to 42. For Andrea's post, visit HERE!
Just wait...many more surprises to come!