Only a block away from the desecration which is Fauver Field, there is a majestic haven known as Neon Deli. When Aramark fails you, Neon Deli always comes to the rescue. I always loved Neon for the late night Joel’s Cajan Wraps and beruit supplies. Even though I always appreciated the food and the service, today I realized the excellence not only of the goods but of the people who work there.
This morning I went to Neon Deli for my mid-day snack. Lines were out the door and it was packed. A close friend and witness reported that I, Jessica Jacobson, had a “hypoglycemic attack and fainted in the middle of Neon Deli today.” As I caused a scene in Fran Galle’s store, knocking over produce and spilling sodas, he remained calm and collected. Fran acted quickly to call Public Safety and was extremely concerned. I am writing this Wespeak to thank him for how he treated me and for the warmth he has shown all the Wesleyan students throughout the years. I am also writing this to encourage all of you to go to Neon Deli because it is more than just a business; it is a place where people really care.
Lastly, I would like to thank the mystery man who caught me and prevented me from falling. I know you are a brother of a student at Wes and I wish I had been less out of it and remembered to ask you your name. I would also like to thank Chris Kaminstein for cracking jokes with me while we sat on the floor of the deli and Max Goldblatt for staying calm and offering me some of his knish.
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