7-Eleven

Every time I go in this store I don’t even get greeted with a hello. Then they; yes more than 1 employee, ring me up and toss the receipt to me. Horrible customer service. I’ll bet it’s cuz I don’t wear a turban, I’m white and God forbid… a woman!!! Well eat me cuz I won’t step foot in there again you turban wearing pricks!

Im giving 1 star soley based on the filthy parking lot. The asphalt is covered with spilled coffee, chewed gum and spit. Absolutely disgusting to walk in… makes a really bad first impression. My suggestion is invest in a power washer and power wash.

Mr. Singh and the crew are always nice and welcoming. Store always clean and in full stock.

This store is always clean and the staff are always friendly. I prefer this store over all other 7-​Elevens.

Well, it’s 7 Eleven… what can I say. The owners are really nice folks so if you happen to go by and need something by all means stop in. Oh– don’t forget a Slurpee.

The Sierra 7-​Eleven is down the street from St. Apollinaris. It’s not the only that’s church-​adjacent. Another is across the street from First Christian Church. It’s the go-​to place after Sunday Mass.
The doughnut selection was sad… considering it was only 8 in the morning, and where was the tissue for it? I ended up getting a strawberry&cream empanada. They didn’t have the chocolate coffee creamers. So I guess I’ll have to risk it at the Redwood Road one. There were a few breakfast selections, they were almost out of sausage sandwiches.
It’s an OK 7-​Eleven, but I’d rather go to Redwood or First Street. Thank Heaven?

I cut the umbilical cord from the mothership and let myself float freely down the stream. I drifted across the street where the cats and I were plugging away at the American Spirit. I went into the 7 – 11 there and saw Barnabee for the first time in years. I grabbed a 12-​pack from the display case and told him to bolt with it. «I’ll meet you at St. Apolinaris and we’ll drink ‘em back. okay?» He wasn’t into it. I bought some beef jerky and a pack of Double Mint and went back outside. Everyone was sucking down cola slurpees and staring and laughing at the floating visions above the parking lot. I couldn’t see these things yet because I was busy goofing around with the candy bars — These worthless bars of sugar had no nutritional regard — The monetary value came from name brand alone. For some reason, I had a handful of Skittles in the front pocket of my shirt. I went to the laundromat next door and tried to get a conversation going with the attendant. She was all business, counting coins and restocking soap for Sunday’s big bath.
This was all at 5:15 PM on the first or second Saturday of January. The dusk light was just perfect for a freeze frame. It wasn’t dark enough for head lamps, but every light that was lit was luminosity perfection. I grabbed the big camera out of the back of the Camry and took various snapshots. Soon the light disappeared and I felt like sleeping… dreaming… taking on a big load of thought while my body rested on the frozen grass. I ate a chocolate bar and enjoyed the rest of the San Anselmo we scored from Aunt Julian earlier in the day.
I saw the first star and fixed my sights on it until it was no longer the loner. Its accompaniment further illuminated my solitude. I remember thinking that I wasn’t alone, that perhaps someone else was there sharing the same thoughts. I stayed there in that moment as long as I could. I closed my eyes and stared into the eternal hyperdrive. The penguins were just there with the presence of three gods. I opened my eyes and I was in the 8-​to-​5 tent again — Time to get up and shave — Time to get up and fulfill someone else’s dreams. The party was over. I am not a big believer in reality, but regardless, it came crashing in like the Kool-​Aid Man intent on freezing the fluid stream of free thought. I thought back to that neutral point, how all and everything and anything and anyone and everyone danced in the gymnasium of abandonment… Was I the only one?