i knew there were others.
seriously, this is the best article ever:"Sometimes you walk into Sheetz or a Wawa and there's too much to consider. How it all got here, the plastic for the lids and the cups, the tomatoes, the people who sliced them, somewhere, the beer trucks, the bakeries, the Tylenol, the warehouses, the trash, the couple having the fight outside, the smell of sugar, and meat, and milk and coffee, the electronic checkout scanners beeping tiny little signals back to the warehouses so as to most accurately resupply it all for tomorrow. It's the microcosmic story of us, the convenience people. "
Wawa: It's that end-of-Sunday feeling of sand in your shoes, bikini-strap sunburns and dry hair, the last gas stop before home, the skin around your fingernails swollen from blue crab juice and Old Bay.
Sheetz: That crack-of-dawn feeling when you're on your way to shoot at something. The way your truck looks glorious with mud on it.
Wawa: They have already-sliced apples, and ooh -- hummus, carrots, yum. They have a promotion going for flatbreads made your way. Doesn't that sound good for us?
Sheetz: Calls french fries "fryz" and quesadilla "quesadillaz" -- what else can it put a Z on the end of? (Condomz?)
Wawa: Here is Howard Stoeckel on the phone, the CEO since 2005. To talk to Wawa's corporate people is to enter a world of relentless sunshine and customer satisfaction. They want to know you, the customer, all about you. That is, if you want to be known. It seems it's always free balloons and doughnuts day in a Wawa somewhere. If you're too tired for that sort of pep this morning and just want the damn coffee, they still love you.
whoever you are hank stuever i think i love you.
