Wawa Way Station
For
those of you traveling to the Delaware Shore this summer do not despair that
all that backed up traffic has you worried you’ll never find a pit stop in
time. Get your trusty co-pilot to break out her Waze App and find you a Wawa
convenience store, that wonderful place for refreshments like sandwiches and
coffee and snacks and often gasoline and (hopefully) bathrooms.
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| worth fighting the traffic |
Such
was the case for your intrepid shoebees yesterday returning from a relaxing Memorial
Day weekend at the big house at Broadkill beach in Delaware with our dear
friends. Three hours into a four hour stop-and-go cha cha up Route 1 I started
that butt clinching wiggle. Thankfully we were able to locate a Wawa in Bear,
on the Pulaski Highway, just a bit less than a half mile away.
If you
live in central or south Jersey or anywhere in Pennsylvania WaWa is a home away
from home. I can eat there; their hoagies are excellent. Great breakfast
sandwiches too and a myriad of coffee choices. I can do my banking at the PNC
ATMs, buy gas, or take a nap in the usually expansive parking lots if needed. I
can buy lottery tickets and even relieve myself in their clean bathrooms before
hitting the road again with my coffee and a delightful Tastykake morsel. Wawa
is the first choice and sometimes the only choice.
NO LOO
HERE!
But,
not all Wawa’s are the same! Don’t expect a way station in a smaller Wawa. Sure
they offer food and drink, but no gas or bathrooms. Well, several cars made
their way off Route 1 towards the Wawa on the Pulaski Highway in Bear, Delaware
only to be severely disappointed. Entering the Wawa myself and looking around
for the bathroom I noticed several others doing the same, wide-eyed and
desperate, for there wasn’t a loo inside the Wawa. All left burbling about the next
Wawa along the way, but Janet and I stayed. We were going to hit the road ourselves but she discovered the
port-o-potties behind this particular Wawa. We are not sure if they were placed
there by the Wawa as a matter of courtesy to their valued customers, but it
certainly saved me from getting arrested for public urination.
They were clean
and necessary and afterwards the traffic seemed less annoying and we sipped our
coffees and devoured our Butterscotch Krimpets with sly smiles on our faces, as
if we discovered some secret cache of gold to be horded.
