today i went to the 7-11 that is closest to my house.the cashier at the 7-11 closest to my office smiles, calls me "friend" and compliments my fashion choices.
the cashier at the 7-11 by my house listens to death metal in the store and grunts the total for my icy coke to me, which if i'm not mistaken is about 15 cents higher than what i pay for an icy coke at the 7-11 by my office.
i don't know what all this means, but from now on, i'll stick with my old 7-11.
(not that the overwhelming hospitality at this new 7-11 wasn't lovely, of course.)
3 comments:
I know! My big gulp is $1.16. WTF, Holly? WTF?
Oh yes. I know which Sev you're talking about. I had a harrowing experience there one time. Harrowing. There's a reason why there are always police cars in that parking lot.
JMadd, love how you call it Sev, me too!
I was crushed a couple of weeks ago when I realized my Sev that I grew up with by my parents house closed. Now it's just an empty shell and it made me sad. Poor little Sev.
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