7-Eleven

I had to pee. The only one available was behind an «Employees Only» door. It smelled a bit like a urinal, but, they even had good reading material.
I reviewed the list under the heading of «Don’t» — meaning — Don’t do the following if you have a gun pointed to your dome and some maniac is screaming at you to hand him all your cash. It was interesting. This is what I learned:
–Don’t try and talk him out of it.
–Don’t argue with him
— Give him all your cash.
–Don’t try and fight him, because it’s «foolhardy, not heroic».
I washed my hands afterward and bought some ice cream sandwiches and a bag of doritoes, and briefly thought about returning with a ski mask.

Two things associated with 7-​Eleven.
My cherry slurpee and Chile Picante corn nuts. These are my two staples I usually walk out with, regardless of the situation or people who are present within my company. These have been branded into my cranial lobes since I was a child riding around the front seat with my papa driving a tractor. He’d take us to the local snacks/​drinks store and purchase a slurpee. He usually munched on the original corn nuts, but I’ve acquired a taste for the Chile Picante kind as an adult.
After a short approx. 5 mile hike I was slightly famished and dehydrated. I remember passing by the 7-​Eleven and requested a short stop to the fellow. I pranced in, grabbed the medium size and mixed the Hawaiian Punch and Fanta Cherry slurpee then grabbed a corn nuts bag. All for $ 3.30. Tax included. The lady behind the counter was cheery and greeted us with a:
«Hi there. How are you doing today?»
I appreciate these little salutations. Makes me feel like I’m in the living and nothing beats a «have a great rest of your day now» following on the heels of sneakers before heading back to the city.
Clean store. Large assortment of flavors in the slurpee department. Easy parking lot and right off Sir Francis Drake.