Circle K

This is one of the poorer Circle Ks in my area. It is frequently dirty – dirty even for a convenience store I mean – and whenever I force myself to go in, and force myself I must, because it is a last-​ditch location for sure, it is always unbearably hot. You could probably cook a Totino’s pizza just by placing it in the ambient heat of the store. The soda fountain is a disgusting joke: assuming you’re lucky enough to not get only a cupful of carbonated water, there’s a good chance there will be no ice, or if there is ice, there will be no lids, or if there are lids, there will be no straws, or some infurating combination of the three. When last I stepped foot in this business, the hot dog rotisserie was not turning, and a half dozen dried little weiners sat immobile and quickly graying in the heat, while in the restroom I did battle with every fly in the city.