I cannot specifically state one particular reason for my Wawa addiction. Perhaps, it is the friendly people that wait on you, the fresh coffee brewing, the assortment of cappuccinos, or maybe just the fact that they are at almost every street corner, and happen to be right around the corner from me. Regardless, of the reason, they have my vote hands down. There is nothing more refreshing than a Wawa cup of coffee in the morning. My husband has spoiled me because every Saturday and Sunday morning I am awakened with a steaming hot fresh brewed cup of Wawa Java. Our weekend routine includes each of us taking turns to pick up coffee throughout the morning as we run our errands.
Don’t get me wrong, I have a Mr. Coffee maker, a tea pot, and even a 30 cup coffee maker. My cupboard even stores a package of those nice big 20 or 24 oz. coffee cups with a package of assorted flavored coffee’s which my son left for me after he had his coffee house at school. It’s just NOT wawa! The Best part of the whole Wawa addiction is the fact that it can be hereditary. My Father and my children are also Wawa addicts. I feel especially sorry for my son who goes to college in Pennsylvania, where I might add, there are no Wawa’s. Just Sheetz’s….The first stop he makes when he gets back into Jersey is at Wawa. The best part is that there is no special time for Wawa. You can Wawa in the morning or Wawa after midnight. The first time my son came home from school, we decided to stay up and chat. Of course we both needed some java for that. So here I was in my sweats and I wrapped up in a fuzzy pink robe and my son had on his sweats and wore these big fluffy Tiger slippers and we went to Wawa at about 2:00 a.m. The few people that shared our early morning visit probably thought we were crazy, but we just wanted our steaming hot cups of coffee. We stayed up for hours talking and catching up. It’s one of those memories a mom will never forget! I guess if the truth must be told, I just won’t settle for anything less than Wawa!

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November 17, 2007 at 6:14 am
heyitscate
I’m the same way, only about Dunkin’ Donuts. I’ve tried stopping at Wawa as I’m leaving to drive home on the weekends, but it’s not the same. Dunkin’ Donuts pwns.