7-Eleven

You know, I generally pride myself on detailed, well thought out reviews.
But look. It’s a 7-​Eleven. It’s not the smallest 7-​Eleven I’ve ever seen, it’s not the biggest 7-​Eleven I’ve ever seen.
I wish they had more variety, and far too often I find the mashed potato machine doesn’t work, but hey. It’s a 7-​Eleven just opposite my block, and the place to buy random things without driving at 3am.
There’s a story here too. This is actually the second 7-​Eleven to open in my neighbourhood. When I was awfully young… probably around 6 or 7, there was a 7-​Eleven twice this size. I went there so often to buy a Mr. Softee that the many of the staff knew me by name. (I apparently ate a lot of ice-​cream… I’m still paying for those calories today, no joke) When it closed down (I was about… 8 or 9 when it did) I WAS SHATTERED. HEARTBROKEN. Where would I go for ice-​cream! What happened to all the nice jie jies that worked there!
Many years later, they finally opened another 7-​Eleven, manned by sombre, not very friendly people. It’s a different economic climate, and maybe teens looking for a part time job no longer work at 7-​Elevens. But whenever I think back to happy carefree days, I remember that 7-​Eleven that used to be.