I don’t know what I used to be anticipating to search out at that Middle Metropolis Wawa nearly half previous twelve. Moreover low cost hoagies, in fact. And a sixty-four-ounce Turkey Hill peach tea. I dunno, perhaps I’d attempt to steal a bag of Lay’s Salt & Vinegar as properly.

However what I didn’t anticipate was you. What can I say? It was like freakin’ fireworks, you already know?

There we stood on the deli counter. Two star-crossed meat lovers, with nothing to sit up for however our quantity being referred to as and a Septa bus journey to nowhere. We made eyes at one another and giggled as we each tried to get double capicola ham with out paying for it. I smiled as you threatened to stab a man for carrying a Cowboys hat.

For some, Wawa’s Hoagiefest is only a advertising ploy providing low cost sandwiches at collaborating areas for 4 weeks in July.

However if you happen to ask me, there’s one thing about Hoagiefest that’s magical. It’s a lot extra than simply meals. It’s the faint odor of mayo within the air. The sloshing of eight or so lagers in your intestine. These heat summer season nights the place a drag of an unfiltered Pall Mall fills each fiber of your being with hope and tar.

We had fallen in love over discounted deli meats and a barely enforced “no footwear, no service” coverage. Nevertheless it’s time to face actuality. Wawa had put the final Hoagiefest sandwich out of attain, and so, I’m placing the final of my emotions for you away too.

We each knew this is able to by no means final. We discovered love in an not possible place. Particularly, behind the dumpster the place we made out somewhat and did some over-the-pants stuff.

You assume I deliberate on you? On this? On each candy and sizzling peppers on a ten-inch Italian?? Otherwise you assume you’re the primary individual in Philadelphia to fall in love throughout a sandwich sale?

Look, I’m sorry. It’s simply… I believe… after Hoagiefest ends, we return to our common lives. I believe we’re simply… two individuals who met due to a six-dollar sandwich. And perhaps that’s okay. Perhaps that’s all we had been meant to be.

And who is aware of, there’s all the time subsequent summer season. Or perhaps we’ll meet once more in November, when Wawa begins providing the Gobbler once more?

And hey, if it’s actually meant to be, then this isn’t actually goodbye. Maybe years from now, in some faraway Delco Wawa, you’ll spot me throwing up outdoors in a plastic bag. And it’ll be fireworks yet again.

However it doesn’t matter what occurs, we’ll all the time have Hoagiefest.

And hey, only a heads up: You bought some honey mustard dripping off your chin.