7-Eleven

I enjoy spending time in the 711. I prefer to get my hot dogs from here. It is nice that they are always open. I can get down with that. I meet some interesting folks outside of the 711 and free slurpee day is the bomb. They don’t even look at me funny when I enter wearing my favorite cape, fresh from a night of dancing at the q. I will always return, a snile on my face, with love in my heart, for this place gives me feels. The bright, clinical, piercing fluorescent lights make my heart race. 711 forever.

The guys here have few words to say but they are consistently friendly and helpful. Slurpee machine is mostly clean, store is orderly and there’s a Red Box outside! You have to arm wrestle past the panhandlers but that’s the only drawback. Great location, great service.

Slurpees!!! Enough said.

Another 7-​Eleven true, but a great location; clean; and most importantly, fantastic customer service. Redbox is a plus.
Nothing bad to say.

What does Jayseph dream of?
When he takes a little Jayseph snooze?
Does he dream of mauling zombies?
Or ScarJo in her Black Widow suit?
Don’t you worry your pretty fuzzy head.
We’re gonna get you back to 7-​Eleven and your cold Slurpee cup!
And then we’re gonna find our best friend Puma.
And then we’re gonna give him a best friend chug!
Slurpee, Slurpee, Oh Slurpee, Slurpee, Slurpee…
But if he’s been murdered by Capitol Hill tweekers… well, then we’re shit outta luck.
Yay for Slurpees. Boo for creepy dudes slingin’ outside the door. Yay for working Slurpee machines. Boo for bad flavor choices… who wants to drink something flavored with coconut?! Barf! Slurpees in my mouf!

Slurpees are about the only reason I ever find myself in a 7-​Eleven. Especially on a rare hot day in Seattle. This is the closest to my apartment (or was before I moved) so I have come here a few times. Service is decent, parking is available which is always a bonus on Capitol Hill and they have the stuff you’d expect… batteries, bandages, Cheez-​Its, Corn Nuts and all types of odds and ends for people on the go.

This is one the closer 7-Eleven’s close to where I work. Junk food here I come!
+Quick service.
+Choices, choices, choices.
+Prices.
+Employees are nice.
–Tiny parking lot that’s a pain in the butt to get in & out of.
–Some patrons take forever & hold up the employees while checking out, thus making your wait longer.
Suprisingly the place has a dirty feel to it. Things don’t look clean in this store often times. Overall this is a solid 7-​Eleven. Not anything special however.

Why am I Unilocaling the 7Eleven? (well, both actually– the one on Madison and the one on 15^th) Because, the 7Eleven cashiers, who seem to be there seriously 24 hours a day every day, LOVE me. LOVE! One of my deepest, darkest, drunkest secrets, is that I love their nachos. So much so that when I walk into the door on Madison the cashier always greets me in this melodic voice with «NACHO TIME». And yes, yes it is. They also know about my other secret pleasure– scratch tickets, and ask which one I want before I even say that I want one. Also, they don’t judge me for buying my OTHER secret pleasure, inTouch. Or a diet coke.
Okay, after writing this review, what it comes down to is this, the 7Eleven guys are my secret guilty pleasure pushers, and they are so jovial about it. I love them back. NACHO TIME.

It is nice to bring a bit home with you. During slurpee season, my house collects all the cups which because a rotating part of the glasswear selection. As the season comes to an end, the cups meet their inevitable end in the trash can. Then, my boyfriend and I get into a big fight because neither one of us wants to go buy actual adult glasses. And «what’s wrong with microwaving spaghetti-​Os in a Domo-​Kun cup?»
Nothing. Nothing at all.

All I can say is just this people
Mtn. Dew Slurpee !!! and a Spicy Big Bite hit the spot every time
there is a 7 – 11 closer to my place like right across the street, but they never seem to have Mtn. Dew so they can Pound Sand I will walk the extra 4 blocks to this one, or hit it on the way home