Fly not, Wawa. Fly not.

September 13, 2019

To wit, what ill winds doth we face?

Our army, briefly brilliant, was laid bare against its foe not one week past. Eagles took to the sky in victory.

They took our hearts.

They took our souls.

They took our sandwiches.

For now, amid the very center of our beleaguered city, in even the sacred temple of the Wawa, one cannot even take thine midday repose without the slander and malice of Philadelphia in thy face.

Behold.