How fortuitous; I'd never heard of them until I saw them all over the place in Jersey last month.
Overpriced. Unhealthy. Essential.I'm at the neighborhood Wawa at least five times a week. But seriously, $4.99 for a box of Cheerios?
I have a friend who, on our occaisional ventures into Wawa territory, which seems to begin in about Princeton and then stretch south, insists on referring to it as "The Wa." Eye-rolling (particularly from his girlfriend) ensues.
I once was lost in sout Jersey and was trying to get to a bridge that you could see from the WaWa. Went in to ask the counter girl for directions and she responded with, "Wa?"
oh man, I remember when Wawa had grills. 24 hour grills. and the cheesteaks weren't bad either!
When we were in Philadelphia this year for the 4th, none of us Chicagoans could figure out what Wawa was and why they could sponsor all the 4th of July festivities. We also couldn't believe that all the events were free. A festival you don't have to pay an entry fee for? What's that?
Wawa has been an essential fact of life since I moved to Philadelphia for college in 1988. In those days, the WaWa at 38th and Spruce sold beer - bottles and 40s - and didn't card. That was a great thing for a college freshman, particularly since I lived in the dorm down the block. (Subsequently - I wanna say it was between my sophomore and junior years - that Wawa was the location of a horrible accident that involved a car crashing through the 38th Street side, right into what was then the table and counter seating area for the grill, killing one guy and injuring several others.)
Ah, I have many fond memories of that particular WaWa. All seem to be between the hours of 2 and 5am.
What happened to my post about the Wawa guy and the 1988 Yale facebook?
I will share what is possibly the best birth announcement I have ever received and a testament to the hold that the WaWa has on the psyches of its adherents, even during moments of great stress:Baby Ourlastname was born at 0520 on Dec 20, in the front passenger seat of our 2003 VW Beetle (1.9TDI for enthusiasts) at the intersection of Maryland routes 235 and 4, across from the <span>WaWa</span> (for those familiar).