7-Eleven

The man behind the counter is very scary and rude. He yelled at me and then threw my purchase across the counter at me. If I had not already begun the transaction I would have walked out. We cannot support businesses like this in our family neighborhood.

This 7-​Eleven offers the standard selection of waistline-​busting Slurpees, artery-​clogging hot case food and assorted cancer causing agents. However, if Mitt Romney was visiting here, he’d skip all of the vices and go chug some Muscle Milk.
The store is clean, and the people are nice, but the five parking spots can make parking a royal pain.
The main reason that I patronize 7-​Eleven is that their ATM’s give surcharge-​free withdrawals to credit union members. However, if you withdraw more than $ 100, it always gives you one hundred dollar bills. This pattern of Benjamins dispersion forces me to suffer artificial poverty — where I have cash in my pocket but no possible way to spend it!

There really isn’t much to say about a 7 – 11 — they are the epitome of convenience when one needs to satisfy that malt liquor and Slurpee craving. You’ve got to like that they have a Red Box kiosk outside, too!

Anyway, there really isn’t much more to say that this 7 – 11 is super-​clean and has some really nice people that work there. I can’t help thinking that when I walk by this place if people still smoke the magical herb in the alley out back?

Since we don’t have Gas & Sips in Seattle that was depicted in Say Anything, that scene would have been filmed at a 7 – 11. My version:
I got a question. If you guys know so much about women, how come you’re here at like the 7 – 11 on a Saturday night completely alone drinking beers with no women anywhere?
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Great place to have the cab stop on the way home from the bars to grab a half rack if you still feel like you have some party left in you.

always open
always pleasant
always with all 7 – 11 convenience items
what’s not to like?

I found my new 7 – 11! Goodbye Fremont– Hello Queen Anne…
Walked here for a Slurpee– They have the new Crystal Light flavor– Cherry Limeade– which made me happy*
The store appears clean– There is a normal cheap wine section– They offer an array of Seahawks stuff to plaster on your car and body– The workers are kind– This location is great!

7:45 am on a Saturday. Setting: my bed. Characters: Me and my boyfriend.
*B wakes up.*
B (groggily): Baby? Wake up. It’s supposed to me a nice day, can we walk over to the 7 – 11 and get slurpees?
W (still sleeping): Ok… arggle. gurglrre…
*B and W go back to sleep.*
1 pm on Saturday. Setting: 7 – 11, 2 mile walk later. 80 degrees.
B and W walk in to 7 – 11. B acts like a kid, skipping toward the slurpee machine.
B and W survey the inventory of flavors.
B: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???
W: There’s only bubblegum, coke, energy drink flavored, and sour apple? What the hell?
B: THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANTED!!! This sucks! I’m pissed. All of these suck.
B looks at the empty piña colada flavor and whimpers.
Moral of the story: Don’t get your hopes up for a stupid 7 – 11.