Sometimes I feel as if Wawa is the only subject of my Metblog posts, but really now… they are just awesome. Just when you think Wawa can’t get any better, they do. Something happened to me on Monday afternoon that made me say “Wow, Wawa. Well done!”

I forgot my lunch that day, and walked across Rittenhouse Square to grab something to eat. Oh, look! Custom-made salads! I ordered a spring mix with tomatoes and cheese and olives to go with my normal lunch hoagie: cheese shorti. I pull out my order ticket, pay at the cashier, and head back to the deli to wait. And wait. And wait.

The girl behind the counter finally calls my number. I reach out to hand her my ticket, and she says “I’m sorry, but we don’t have any salad mix left. You can take one from the front refrigerator instead.” I was disappointed, and replied that I wanted a custom salad because the pre-made ones all had meat in them—either chicken or bacon. (Yeah, I can be a brat like that.) She told me to meet the manager at the check-out.

The manager offered to refund my money for the cost of the salad, and she also asked me if she could make me a sandwich, at no cost, for the inconvenience. I held up my bag and told her I’d already gotten a sandwich with my lunch. She smiled and said, “well then, we’ll just refund you all your money.”

Swell!

So yes: bravo, Wawa, bravo. You made me a very happy girl the other day, and I cannot wait until you get more salad mix.

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