WaWa Wow
I like the WaWa. It is a convenience store extraodinaire. Fresh deli, hot foods, drinks, baked goods, snacks, hardware, carware, gas, you name it, it is more than likely available there. Also open 24 hours a day - very nice.
I went to the one closest to my house this morning and had to turn around and leave immediately. The stench inside was sickening. Not enough to deter my appetite, so I drive on to the next WaWa.
I grab a couple hot dogs (self serve), procede to get a pint of Ben & Jerry's Peach Cobbler Ice Cream based on Willie Nelson's down home happiness, a CherryCoke for me and a grape soda for the honey. Now I'm in line and begin to witness one of my dream sequences in real time actual life before my very eyes.
From behind the counter the deli clerk calls out for number 36. "Number 36! Is number 36 here?" Of course number 36 is in front of me in line and responds in a whisper, "I'm 36." The deli clerk does not hear him and continues yelling, "NUMBER 36." Number 36 is put out by this and angrily yells back, "HERE!"
Just like in Ferris Bueller. Nice.
The clerk gets an attitude now because number 36 has just yelled at her. How dare he? Meanwhile I wait in line as an angry exchange develops. "We don't got boloney, but we got ham."
"Well if I would have wanted ham, I would have asked for it."
"Sir, I'm just trying to help you."
"By giving me something I don't want? What's wrong with you, are you stupid?"
I'm smiling pretty big.
"Who you calling stupid you bald little (fill in your own blanks since every profanity was utilized)?" The clerk then tosses a classic sized long roll, already loaded up with lettuce, tomato and onion, minus meat, towards the counter trying to hit number 36. He then makes an utteral sound that would have scared the hair off the wolfman and charges the clerk, a very wide female clerk outweighing him by about 200 pounds. He slips on the stuffing from the roll and goes head first into the glass case, screams and splits his pants.
That was it for me. Instant hyena boy here.
A brawl breaks out amongst the all female work staff and number 36 with the split drawers. I can barely breathe or see through the tears of laughter in my eyes. Me and a bunch of "goth" kids were roaring uncontrollably enjoying the hilarity and now have a lifelong bond between us.
Did I mention I like the WaWa? Good times.
I went to the one closest to my house this morning and had to turn around and leave immediately. The stench inside was sickening. Not enough to deter my appetite, so I drive on to the next WaWa.
I grab a couple hot dogs (self serve), procede to get a pint of Ben & Jerry's Peach Cobbler Ice Cream based on Willie Nelson's down home happiness, a CherryCoke for me and a grape soda for the honey. Now I'm in line and begin to witness one of my dream sequences in real time actual life before my very eyes.
From behind the counter the deli clerk calls out for number 36. "Number 36! Is number 36 here?" Of course number 36 is in front of me in line and responds in a whisper, "I'm 36." The deli clerk does not hear him and continues yelling, "NUMBER 36." Number 36 is put out by this and angrily yells back, "HERE!"
Just like in Ferris Bueller. Nice.
The clerk gets an attitude now because number 36 has just yelled at her. How dare he? Meanwhile I wait in line as an angry exchange develops. "We don't got boloney, but we got ham."
"Well if I would have wanted ham, I would have asked for it."
"Sir, I'm just trying to help you."
"By giving me something I don't want? What's wrong with you, are you stupid?"
I'm smiling pretty big.
"Who you calling stupid you bald little (fill in your own blanks since every profanity was utilized)?" The clerk then tosses a classic sized long roll, already loaded up with lettuce, tomato and onion, minus meat, towards the counter trying to hit number 36. He then makes an utteral sound that would have scared the hair off the wolfman and charges the clerk, a very wide female clerk outweighing him by about 200 pounds. He slips on the stuffing from the roll and goes head first into the glass case, screams and splits his pants.
That was it for me. Instant hyena boy here.
A brawl breaks out amongst the all female work staff and number 36 with the split drawers. I can barely breathe or see through the tears of laughter in my eyes. Me and a bunch of "goth" kids were roaring uncontrollably enjoying the hilarity and now have a lifelong bond between us.
Did I mention I like the WaWa? Good times.
posted by RJK at
3:54 AM
2 Comments:
You always have all the fun . . . but seriously -- how were the dogs?
Holy cats, that must have been an odd encounter! Who would have thought that bologna was so divisive? :P~
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