The Deli Counter: A wrap is a wrap of course of course

Have you ever gotten a wrap at Stevenson? If you have, you probably know about your options. Sometimes they have either a Turkey wrap or a Veggie Wrap. What's cool about the Turkey wrap is that the turkey comes in tiny cubes. Somewhere in an enormous, polluting factory, (probably somewhere between a river and a playground) a machine processes turkey into a smooth, moist, meat. Then, probably the foreman in charge of the dicing machine flips the switch and the magic begins. You, as a student on board, have the choice to finish this magical process with the firm decision to include turkey cubes into your wrap.

Sometimes CDS applies some Martha Stewart creativity, and cooks up some good ol' fashioned Philly Cheese Steak Wraps. These wraps remind me of Philadelphia, and for good reason. The combination of steak-um and cheez-wiz reminds me of the hetero-geneity and free-dom that the City of Brotherly Love has espoused for centuries. Nothing says "America," like the Liberty Bell, the Lincoln Memorial, the Philly Cheese Steak Wrap, and the Statue of Liberty. I thank CDS for reminding me that I'm American every time I order one of these wraps.

Speaking of democracy, I also appreciate the pride of the lady who serves the wrap. One time I asked her to leave the tortilla unfolded. She reminded me that it was her duty to wrap the tortilla because leaving the tortilla unfolded was forbidden. Thank heavens she intervened in my near tragic request to leave the tortilla unfolded. First of all, had the tortilla been left unfolded, I could not in all seriousness call my entree a wrap. I would have walked the floors of Stevenson being laughed at by all for such an open-faced, cubedturkey tortilla. By virtue of folding the wrap I felt better about my dish, and indirectly, about myself. Second of all, her command over the situation reminded me of the love and duty this worker had for her employers and for my own satisfaction. The last time I was this satisfied as a consumer was when I was a little boy at Radio Shack. The inflatable, remote controlled robot that I got as a birthday gift would not work. Radio Shack would not exchange it because I did not have a receipt. I was 9 years old with dimples. And I was wrong.

I salute the wrap, I salute the turkey cubes, I salute the no mixing vegetables in the meat wraps, I salute the "we wrap for your comfort" policy, and I finally salute the hard working lady who makes the southwest corner of Stevenson a "city upon a hill."

-Dave Marcus