7-Eleven

Let me start off by saying that I am from Dallas, and have been frequenting 7 – 11’s for years for Big Gulp’s, Slurpees, etc. and have always received friendly service.
Unfortunately that is not the case at this location at all.
I am having my kitchen completely remodeled and currently am without a refrigerator so I woke up thirsty at 4 am this morning and grabbed my keys to go grab a drink here.
I grabbed a Big Gulp cup and proceeded to fill it with ice and then filled it about half full of Dr Pepper and took a drink to taste it and make sure it tasted ok. At this point I was told by a young African American gentleman who was mopping that I would need to pay extra that «You cant just gulp down a cup and refill it»
I replied «Wow, I have been going to 7 11’s my whole life and always tasted my drink before filling it all the way»
I was told this was not a F’ing McDonalds and I was stealing!
I then proceeded to pay and was told to just take the drink and he refused to accept my money…
I HAVE NEVER FELT SO INSULTED…
What awesome customer service huh. 7 – 11, you just lost a customer for life
P. S. To whomever owns this location, I left 2 dollars on the counter and couldent get a reciept or change since he woulden’t take my money…

Not much to say, really. It’s a 7-​Eleven. It’s no better or worse than any other 7-​Eleven. I only go there because they have cheap cigarettes.

Fail. We drove for 20 minutes to get to this 7-​Eleven, specifically to acquire a Slurpee. Let me just explain that when I get a yen for a Slurpee, you’d better get the hell out of my way… I REALLY wanted a damn Slurpee. I was very unhappy to find FIVE out of 6 taps for their slurpee machines covered with plastic bags and marked out of order. The only remaining flavor was something barfarrific that I hate, so it was off to yet another 7-​Eleven.
Note to store manager: when the temp gets anywhere north of 85 in Texas, you need to have all of your Slurpee machines in operation. This is NOT a negotiable. This is like having a frozen margarita machine out of commission at a TexMex restaurant on a summer night… it’s just not cool, literally.

So I love 7 Eleven hotdogs (even though I’m not ashamed to admit it – I know it’s not everyone’s cup o’tea). I know nothing is ever perfect, but my ill-​fated attempt at a snack yesterday went horribly wrong.
Hard Bun – and the pepsi I bought was not cold at all. Disappointing since this is usually my go to place. Also the Red Box has never ever worked for me. Still, I will most likely go in this place 4 – 5 times a week. But I will never ever order a hot dog again.

Very good and polite employees. Owner/​manager very helpful. Great service

Today’s weather drove me and my son to get the first Slurpees of the year.
Spotted this 7 – 11 on our route. Pulled into a spacious parking lot/​gas station area. Entered a neat and clean store. Got an ice-​cold Slurpee — six choices to choose from. Struggled with stiff machine handle. Found it hard to control flow of Coke flavour. Made a bit of a mess in the process. Looked around and realized it was the only mess as all the other surfaces (hot dog station, coffee station, etc) had been wiped down and looked clean. Hustled son to front counter to pay up. Left in an ice-​cold fog of bliss.

Dear Lady Who Works at the 7 Eleven:
Now, I’ll be the first to admit I don’t know shit from shinola about what it takes to be a 7 Eleven employee. I’ve got no employee code, no operations manual.
What knowledge I do have of convenience store sales comes from my two years working at Eckerds (now CVS) from the fabulous ages of 17 to 18.
Yep, I was a total badass in my little khaki baggy pants and super tight navy blue t-​shirt. My nametage rocked the house too.
So, from these two years slinging Marlboros to Miller High Life (the Champagne of Beers), I gathered that when you’ve got customers lined up from the Slim Jims to the cappuccino machine, YOU GET THE FUCK TO YOUR REGISTER.
You DON’T, for instance, STAND AND ROTATE THE FUCKING HOTDOGS, adding 18 more to that little scary metal contraption, like there’s going to be a fucking national hot dog shortage and a school bus of deranged meat-​eaters is coming to gobble up the 25 nasty hotdogs that have been there since 1987.
See, at Eckerds, if we had more than 3 people standing in line (not 27 normally nice people one Slurpee away from becoming homicidal maniacs), we had to get on that intercom pronto and yell, «HYELP! HYELP!» as loud and quickly as we could.
See, now that is some motherfucking service.
And, quite frankly, I’d like to see more of it when I go to 7 Eleven next time I need to get some Boone’s Farm and hot fries.
Thanks lady!