Wawa

Alex had to meet his advisor tonight and hand off a project they are both working on. As it so happened this meeting occurred at 11:30 p.m. in a dark Wawa parking lot off of a busy interstate highway.

Anyway we ended up going into Wawa for snacks, and I was telling Alex how I've never had a Wawa sandwich. They look really good, and I want to get one, but I've gone so long never eating one that I kind of don't want to break my streak.

I've never had a nose bleed either.I don't know if lots of people have never had nose bleeds but I choose to think that I'm special. I want to keep my lack of nose bleed streak going forever. I already told Alex that when/if I die, I want my headstone (or the door to my mausoleum) to say "Jessica Talson. She never had a nosebleed."

I feel like people would walk by, and go "huh." (They would also be like, what the hell? Does she know that you have to pay by the letter for these things? ) But they might think about it for a second or two, and imagine what kind of person I was. I think it would be kind of interesting if every headstone had a little fact about the person it represented. Like if they said that this person could put together Ikea furniture ridiculously fast , or that they always drank Coke, never Pepsi or they talked in their sleep. I like knowing those little things about people.

I love knowing those idiosyncrasies about people you're close with. I like knowing that at restaurants Alex likes diet coke with very little ice and I like regular coke with extra ice (but only if the refills are free...I'm not made of money. And soda is just syrup and carbonated water it's not that expensive the idea of not having a free refill is outrageous and unAmerican.) And the waiter will always try and put the diet coke in front of me and give Alex the regular. Ah, gender stereotypes :)

Anyway, so the sandwich, they looked really delicious and I was hungry, but I didn't get one. (I know...everyone was on the edge of their seats.) I'm a woman of few principles, but the ones I do have I stick with. So Alex and I went to Dunkin Donuts instead and I got a Boston Cream. (creme? I guess it depends on if you're fancy or not.)

Now they can write on my headstone "Jessica Talson. She never had a nosebleed, and she never had a Wawa sandwich, but she loved Boston Cremes." And then when people walk by 100 years from now, they can go, "Yeah I guess the obesity epidemic in the 2000's was real."