Dear Wawa,
I’m a longtime lover of you and all that you do for me.
Whether it’s your cheap gas that always happens to be on my side of the highway, the hashbrowns that are always perfectly warmed waiting for me in the checkout aisle, or your convenient touch screen ordering system that helps me to not be late for class, you are perfect.
I just wanted to say thank you. You are the constant in my life that has always been there for me.
You’re there for me at midnight when I desperately need a burrito bowl after work. You’re there for me before class with a perfectly iced donut and a perfectly iced coffee. Thank you. You were even there for me the day after my 21st birthday. You had my Gatorade waiting for me with my large mac and cheese—oh, and the Pepto Bismol too. Thank you.
I’m so thankful for your late night hours, your always-stocked pasty case, your variety of food, and your coffee.
You are so many things to me. A nurturing mother with advil and hot soup, a boyfriend who thinks I’m mad at him with a large assortments of chocolates, and a generous boss who brings into work pretzels and those boxes of cookies that are always 2 for 1.
And I'm sorry for that one time I went to Sheetz; I get like I was cheating on you, and I won't do that again to you I promise.
Wawa, thank you for everything you do. Seriously. You singlehandedly got me through finals.
I gottahava you,
Emma
