Cold hard bitch

My goal in life is to party with Flo from Wawa. And if you don’t know Flo from Wawa…well….you’re just not that cool. Anybody who’s anybody knows (and loves) Flo. She’s this amazing goddess who serves us large Wawa iced coffee every morning and tuna hoagies for lunch, with such grace and beauty, that New Jersey has a crush on her since she was 20. Now she’s 70 and rocks. No, I’m not crazy, you just can not understand the power of FLO.

So this post is for you, Flo, we are all mad about you and would like to ask you pretty please to switch your nametag back to “Flo”. Cuz “Florence” sounds…weird…and pisses us off. I personaly, almost cried when I went in there and saw the new nametag. Who ever calls you “Florence”, anyway?

Oh, and don’t forget you promissed taking a night off from Wawa and come party with us. We’re still waiting, babe, don’t dissapoint us, you know you love us. Oh, and by the way, it was NOT cool of you to celebrate your b-day on the 16th of july without us. Dude! Your birthday, how could you NOT invite us over for free booze? We even bought a birthday cake and everything. Nevermind, next year we’ll party on the beach. We already bought fireworks for midnight.