When PA was dry on Sundays it was fun as shit to hit Roger Wilco's in NJ across the Tacony Palmyra bridge. Its a novelty for someone from PA to be able to buy beer and hard liquor from the same store. Get there before they opened and it would be like a line waiting for concert tickets. Everyone was from PA. The parking lot would be full so you brought a friend so one person could wait in line and the other could drive circles around the building. It was like a wagon train of cars driving around the building. You never knew what was going to happen. One time this old black dude lost his shit waiting and people crowding his personal space so he pulled a knife, started screaming and the tried to pry the store door open with the knife and when that didn't work he tried to pick the lock with his knife.

I always hit the Roger Wilco going into Jersey then stopping off for some fast food then driving out. If you the Roger Wilco leaving Jersey the state and local cops took turns pulling people over if they saw you come out of the Roger Wilco parking lot.