Wawa!!
I shop at Wawa, our local convenience store, much more often than any person should shop at a convenience store. Today, for example, I stopped at Wawa three times. Yes, that’s pretty obsessive.
There are a few observations I have made about Wawa in my high-frequency visits, some of which I have probably shared before, but I would like to record again because it’s on my mind at the moment, having just returned from a trip to the store.
First stop: Coffee people. Are you a coffee person? I don’t mean the kind of person that simply enjoys coffee. And I don’t mean the kind of person that says, “I simply can’t get motivated in the morning if I don’t have my coffee.” The people I’m talking about are the OCD folks who would scream “must have coffee” in the morning if they didn’t require coffee to unzombify themselves. Even then, the act of getting and consuming the coffee is no longer what arouses them from this stupor so deep they forget to put on actual shoes with their suit-pants and instead wear their battered old pink bunny slippers with the missing button eyes.
No, the coffee itself isn’t enough. Whatever rejuvination they gain from drinking coffee in the morning happens after I encounter them at Wawa. Dang it.