7-Eleven

It’s around 3−4am and I’m in need of cigarettes and beverage. As I’m driving into the park spot I noticed a store clerk and guy standing outside. She tells me the door is locked and she’s been locked out by the other clerk. We waited about 5 minutes before he unlocked the door.
What did I want again? I’m kinda annoyed, and the male clerk was/​is a moron. Sorry for the name calling but it was clear he wasn’t all there. No apology for the wait or a simple hello. I bought a fountain drink an asked for Newport 100’s.
After he rung up my items I noticed my box was short. I said,“I want 100’s”. He replies, «we don’t have anymore.» That would have been nice to know before I swiped my card and entered my pin.
I won’t use this 7 Eleven again.

Nothing special about this 7-​Eleven, except that it sits directly next door to the Harley-​Davidson of Washington, DC dealership!
Stopped in here to pick up some cold bottled water before heading to the Harley dealership next door. There seemed to a number of individuals hanging out and around the parking lot. One of them was trying to pass out some sort of literature as approached the front door. Whatever it was, I declined to accept.
Other than that — your typical 7-​Eleven.