National Meatball Day

Of course I celebrated it

We have a weird loyalty to our local convenience store chain in PA. Yes, you read that correctly. You are either a Sheetz person (generally western side of PA) or a Wawa person (eastern side of PA). I am a Wawa person.

I grew up with Wawa as my local convenience store. I drank Wawa chocolate milk daily at school from October of third grade until I graduated eighth grade. (If you are wondering what I drank that September, it was white milk, but then I went chocolate and never looked back.)

A few years ago, I introduced my friend, a native Washingtonian, to Wawa. She was skeptical at first but quickly realized the glory of Wawa: a place where you can order sandwiches via machine, get your coffee, and all the Tastykakes you could desire. The Washingtonian left the east coast after that year, but I believe that her Wawa experience might have been one of her favorite parts of this side of the country.

A couple of years ago, another friend informed me that we were tailgating the Eagles; she was picking up sandwiches, and what did I want? Now, I’m not a big hoagie person (blasphemy, I know), so I said meatball sub. She thought this was hysterical. Like, who gets a meatball sub for tailgating? The answer is me, and I still stand by that decision.

This brings me to today: at approximately 9:30 AM, another friend informed me that it was National Meatball Day. Whatt?? This must be celebrated! As I had no lunch plans, I decided I would celebrate by getting…