7-Eleven

No stars here, my husband went in to purchase beer and pulled the door a couple times not realizing that it was closed because it was 2:03am, as soon as the guy GREG at the register yelled stop trying to break my door it’s past 2am he stopped and said oh I didn’t realize it and walked out yet GREG yelled «yeah right!» He then refused to sell me ice cream even though I had nothing to do with anything but simply told him he honestly didn’t know and he began to yell at me and refused to sell me ice cream even though I hadn’t done anything wrong simply because I «argued» with him. He was shaking and called 911 because I insisted he had no right to yell at me or refuse service since it was unwarranted. I am extremely disappointed because the footage would prove no one did anything wrong and no one yelled at him, he was completely out of line. Never go there and Greg needs to be fired.

***This is a decent 7-​Eleven with a good (though not great) variety of snacks and drinks located in a kind of hipster part of Seattle; this 7-​Eleven also features gas pumps***
This 7-​Eleven has a few free parking spots available if you just need to stop in to pick up a snack or drink.

The lady who helped me this morning was totally rude. After she rudely told me my scratch ticket was not a winner she went on to help the guy behind me, not even asking me if there was anything else I wanted. I was going to buy another scratch ticket, but since she blew me off I just left, and will take my business elsewhere. Is there no one left in this world that knows the definition of good customer service? Also this picture of 7 Eleven is way out of date because they haven’t had a red box for years, if they ever had one at all

Frozen Coke slushies are the perfect cure for a hangover.

Stopped in for a bottle of juice on a hot day. I think it was my sole visit here. The clerk at the counter took her sweet time in coming to the register. I don’t know how long the people waited ahead of me but they both seemed rather agitated.

I don’t know what the last reviewer was thinking, but 7 – 11 is definitely not a den of inequity. In fact, all comers seemed to be getting the same disaffected help from the checker that I got. Slurpy or six-​pack, all are treated the same at this fine establishment.

To my mind, 7 – 11 is pretty much a den of inequity, an enabler of sins and vices. As a child, I would come here to ruin my dinner and provoke the ire of my parental units by gorging on Reese’s peanut butter cups and slurpees (half cherry, half coke, of course).
In high school, we’d roll up here for cigarette rolling papers (ahem) and (20 minutes later) an economy-​sized pack of mini chocolate donuts.
During my eurotrash wannabe era in Madrid, (yay, globalization) I used to get my Lucky cigs and Don Simon boxed wine from the 7 – 11 next door to my apartment building on Avenida de Barcelona, (word to Robbie at the counter, by the way, te hecho de menos, tio).
Right now there is a package of nitrate-​laden hot dogs in my fridge from the 7 – 11 on Stone way, as well as a barely drinkable bottle of white wine. I regularly hit it up when I need something gross like processed cheese and macaroni or maybe a jerked beef stick.
Ew. Nothing good can come from this place. Nothing, I tell you. Run! Run!