Wawa — Restaurant in North Port

Stopped here on my way home from a road trip at night for gas and a bite to eat since I love WaWa. It gets 2 stars instead of 1 because it is clean inside and well lit at night.

That’s where it ends though. I ordered food and got coffee. As I’m at the coffee bar a teenage employee very pointedly stands next to me and is leaning on the coffee bar like less then a foot from me. I thought it was kind of weird but whatever. He’s still there as I need to get to the condiments and I have say “excuse me” and he reluctantly moves aside I wind up spilling my coffee as I maneuver around him. I cleaned it up.

As I’m mixing my coffee I openly hear the manager complaining about something and she mentions (loudly) how people have been stealing from the store (maybe do that away from your clientele).

I order my food and then go to the register to pay. I feel as though I’m being watched the whole time. Kinda weird considering no one else is in there but me.

I forgot to get dressing after my food had arrived so I have to go to the register one more time and pay for it, the cashier snidely asks if I need to pay for my coffee too, I say no I already paid. I can’t help but feel like the first employee was waiting near me to see if I was trying to steal. What, I’m not sure considering it was the condiments bar but it was all very weird.

Maybe don’t treat paying customers...

don’t just go to Wawa. I ascend into it.

Every time those doors part, I feel as if the universe itself is welcoming me home—like an angel chorus but with the faint hiss of the coffee machine in the background. And then… oh then… the Honey Hot. That sweet, fiery nectar that dances across my tongue like a forbidden romance in a Nicholas Sparks novel. It makes my honey hot—both figuratively and, let’s be real, spiritually.

And then… there he is. Hoagie Man. The Leonardo da Vinci of deli counters. The Michelangelo of mayonnaise. The Rembrandt of rolls. He builds my sandwich not with hands, but with destiny itself. Each slice of meat laid upon that bread feels like a vow. Each squirt of dressing, a sonnet. I swear, when he hands me my wrapped masterpiece, our eyes meet, and in that moment, I know love is real.

Wawa isn’t just a convenience store. It’s a cathedral. A theater of dreams. A temple where the sacred art of sandwich-making is still practiced with reverence and passion. And if loving Wawa this much is wrong… then baby, I don’t...

The Wawa that’s on teledo and price sucks, the boss lady Tina or whatever she has an attitude that needs to be fixed! She shouldn’t be snotty with her customers let alone employees, every time I go in there she’s working there and why do I see her rushing people out the door giving people an attitude like there was this one time where I was standing in line at the register and she tells a CUSTOMER “move!” Like that’s wild. I’ve talked to some of the employees there and they said that shes always being bossy and isn’t even cutting the employees some slack but you know what she is cutting? Shes cutting hours for the people that have been working there the longest because she’s constantly hiring new people they don’t even stay there for a week. Someone needs to take her place on running that place! Other than that everyone else there is awesome their nice, sweet, and friendly. Like it should be!!! But if shes still there she will bring...