7-Eleven

The Nestle Drumstick dilemma…
As I sat on my couch at 1am on a Wednesday morning, I suddenly get the urge for a frozen treat but not just any frozen treat, I was jonesing for a King Size Nestle Drumstick! The freezer is filled with the same pre packaged sausage patties that have been in there well before the passing of Jimmy Dean so what to do? I mean there is that 7 – 11 within walking distance but do I dare risk life and limb for a $ 3 dessert? Hmm… After deliberating for all of three seconds, I come to the conclusion of HELL YES, it is the Original Sundae Cone after all. Lets face it, If you are going to get stabbed in the shadows, at least have a proper last meal right? I gather twelve quarters from the fish bowl in which I keep my change, throw on my «hey don’t rob me» shirt and I was off to see my maker… the ice cream maker.
In walking I almost immediately crossed paths with one of the fine gentlemen that frequent my neighborhood. Astonishingly enough though I was quickly at ease. I had nothing to worry about! This was a man in uniform! It was of the 5x white tee variety, neatly pressed as to say, «I’m ready to lend a helping hand». I soon watched him lend that hand to another gentleman in the darkest part of the 7 – 11 parking lot. They swiftly exchanged a handshake, (which I assumed involved the passing of their stock tips for the week) I jumped over a half eaten box of cookies, swung open the door and b-​lined to the ice cream section. I had finally reached my destination… The ice box full of frozen milk that I had risked my life to encounter. Lucky day! I hurriedly grabbed my drumstick, placed it on the counter and awaited my total. «$ 3.06» says the soothing voice from behind the counter. I precisely count out my quarters already knowing that I’m short of the total. Great, what am I going to do now I thought. Will this make headlines? Will I be featured on World’s Dumbest Shoppers? I can already see the headline in my mind. «Man walks through the mean streets of Norfolk for a drumstick only to come up short at the register and ends up paying with his life». I sigh and attempt to put the frozen concoction back in the freezer. As my hand entered the ice box that same soothing voice from behind the counter says «Ah Yo kid, I got your six cents homie»! I was overjoyed! A Miracle on People Get Shot Here Street had just happened. I exited the store and looked up to the sky for I knew that Rodney King was undoubtedly smiling down from Heaven. «We all CAN get along Rodney» I whispered…
YES WE CAN!