Oh my dear sweet Lord, if that were only true. Grew up just outside philly so I lived Wawa my entire life. Transplanted to Charlotte NC, which happens to be exactly in the middle of the Godless swath of the east coast without Wawas. 7/11s? For days. The stench of their perpetually cooking ossified hotdogs mocks me. Do not weep for me, instead, next time you sit down to enjoy a toasted meatball Shorti, washed down with a Wawa brand peach green tea, think of a poor guardian who has not, and relish that bite a little bit more. Cheers pal.