Wawa — Restaurant in Greenacres

"If you have an order, you are just going to have to wait!", proclaimed the Food and Beverage Manager. She would not be swayed or rushed, as she continued her work behind the counter. In the back, two other workers bustled about, oblivious to the group of customers stacking up near the coffee station. The manager, we will call her "L", would not be deterred by the hungry sunken faces staring at the food that was already prepared and just out of reach behind the glass. The Uber Eats driver next to me paced back and forth, stalking his customer's order like a lion about to pounce on a bag of breakfast burritos. He held up his phone with the order displayed and L fired back, "I said you would have to wait." L takes no attitude and suffers no fools.

At last one of the bustling workers came to the front, attracted by the rumbling stomachs and Lord of the Flies attitude that pervaded the store. At that moment, L leapt into action and in a flurry of activity told the lady to my right, "We don't have any more oatmeal!", watching her face fall in disappointment, knowing her long wait had been in vain. L stifled a chuckle under her breath and turned to the next customer waiting for food... it was me... finally, it was my turn. I opened my mouth to speak, L turned to me and, displaying the grace she clearly modeled after the late Princess Diana, she said, "No, not you! That guy was here before you." She turned to the stalking Uber Eats driver, who obligingly held up his phone with the order. She perused the screen, looked down at the burritos in front of her, and said, "Your order isn't ready yet. You need to wait."

Again, L turned to me and in a rush, I pointed to my waiting oatmeal (the very last of if, sorry girl in front of me but you need to put your orders in online) and said I just wanted to grab my oatmeal. She waited, staring me down, her disappointment etched across her face. Grasping what she needed, I blurted out my name. L relented, sliding my oatmeal across the counter to the little opening in the glass. I grabbed my bag and a spoon, while L's waves of disdain washed over me. As I put my spoon in the bag, I heard L say to the bustling employee, "These customers have such a bad attitude today."

While this was but one experience, this Wawa is one of the worst. Patrolled by panhandlers begging at gas pumps and boasting a bathroom that could make a buzzard pass on his oatmeal, the management at this store is clearly of the "don't give a gosh darn" mentality. Unfortunately, it is the only Wawa on the way into my office. On the plus side, they regularly run out of oatmeal so I don't stop frequently.

So, if you are feeling good and need someone to take you down a notch or two, stop by and see L. Just don't expect to get any...

This Wawa reminds me of my Northeast upbringing for two reasons:

1. It's a Wawa

2. Prices are Insane! Crazy Eddy? No one? Whatever...

Gas and tobacco prices are rock bottom, so if that's all you need, this place is great.

Packaged snacks and made to order food will boost your overall bill, and prices seem to increase monthly. On my most recent trip a made to order gas station cheese sandwich was $7.60... when's Hoagiefest? A full 12" PubSub is about that.. fresh from the deli. I wanted some ice cream for later... a pint of Ben and Jerry's for $8.99... $1 more than a hand scooped pint from Carvel... or about the same price if you have the hand scooped pint delivered to your house. Possibly worse, Generic Wawa pints were $5.99. $7 for a medium bag of Lays chips and $5 for Herrs. To be fair I don't know if the latter is the norm.

That's the price for convenience I suppose, but the selection isn't very convenient. There's entire section of the small store devoted to stuff from the 90s no one bought back then... sunflower seeds, sour patch kids, welch's fruit snacks. Also an entire section of Voodoo chips... which I'm pretty sure are sugar coated potato chips. The remainder is like 48 energy drink coolers and 2 end cap sized aisles of everything else. Well that and a massive beer cave larger than the store which you can't go into without being chaperoned by one of the two employees.

Pretty sure the store is designed to drive MTO sales over snacks.

To be fair, this location is one of the cleanest and brightest spots East of the Turnpike on Lake Worth Rd... and not just gas stations. The selection and prices needs some improvements.

One day Sheetz will realize there's a Florida, and Wawa will be in trouble when that happens. Until then... Wawas are very clean, bright and safe and this location is...

I've never been to a Wawa like this place in my entire life. There was a black truck parked at the spot directly in front of the door ghetto blasting music as loud as you could possibly imagine. So loud that it actually hurt my ears when I walked in and out of the store. This truck was parked there for at least 45 minutes because I visited that same Wawa twice tonight. I could tell people walking in and out of the store were upset by the music but were avoiding looking towards the inside of the truck to avoid angering the driver. I went to the guy at the register at Wawa and told him about the truck. The man had a grayish beard and his arm was in a cast. He says, "Oh yeah, I know about the truck and music, but it's not against the law." I informed him that it actually is against the law in Florida to play music that loud. But more importantly, he didn't seem to care about how it was disturbing Wawa customers. I talked to him at around 3 a.m., and he said casually, "well, the police will deal with it when they come around at 4:00, but I'll make a note that someone complained about the noise." I could tell he didn't care, didn't mind that the music might continue for another hour disturbing countless other customers, and I just walked out. When I got to my car, I called the non-emergency police line but wasn't able to get through to a person to report the noise so I just gave up. I lost so much respect for Wawa tonight. It's just another run of the mill gas station like...