Circle K

This is the worst customer service out of anywhere I have ever been, by far. I’m referring to the store on menaul & university In Albuquerque, NM. There is a heavyset girl there that I don’t know the name of due to the fact she never wears a name tag but she is the most miserable person I have ever seen. My employees and I are always very respectful to her and she still curses and calls names refuses service to people and not just us everyone. I own a plumbing company and we fill our trucks and get coffee there every morning I have 18 trucks that USED TO fill up there. I have informed my guys never to go there again because of this woman. I also have started a boycott of this store and already have two other company’s that refuse to go there as well at least till this woman is gone.

There are actually quite a few hotels around this Circle K. Came in very handy because of its location. Also, because of the location, it is rather busy. Sometimes there a short line.
The immediate area, as a whole, isn’t sketchy during the day time. It’s at night that the undesired from society come out.

Slimy place full of drunks.

a total lack of liquor stores around the hilton seemed like a very very bad idea.
but what a savior. circle K sells beer and wine in this state.
nothing like a jaunt across the street from the hilton to stock up!

Road vignette #1.
They all came tonight.
The moonlight pale meth addict with arms oddly akimbo. He was here. The scrawny girl with the shaved head who gave me a «what’s up» sort of nod as she licked the paper on her joint as she sat waiting in the car. She was here.
The close-​cropped red headed butch dyke with flinty eyes. She was here tonight. The rolly-​polly girl with dark hair and a cherubic smile. She was here.
The twitchy waiter from the Mexican restaurant across the way who spoke with smooth familiarity as he purchased his two Tall Boys before his shift to the middle aged Hispanic woman behind the counter who must have borrowed her eye makeup from Mimi on the Drew Carey show. They were both here tonight.
The couple holding hands despite a clear mismatch in age of twenty years or more, he smiling congenially at every nearby human, she nodding demurely as she hitched up her sagging sweat pants. They were here.
The grizzled old man with faded flannel and smoke yellowed beard. He was here tonight. The angry young man with a chip on his shoulder displayed as proudly as his muscle shirt showed off his muscular arms to the cold January chill. He was here too.
The frightened looking woman with the teal turtle neck, blue-​jean jumper and sensible shoes. She was here. So was her companion, the man with the brown polyester dress slacks, deep blue tie and thin-​lipped expression of disdain. He came tonight too.
The black woman who emanated impatience as she postured in the line, hands on hips and seething rage dripping from her expression. She was here. The Native American man of wiry stature wearing jeans and a leather jacket as if he stepped from a Calvin Klein billboard. He showed up as well.
The hard edged man in the plain black t-​shirt, crucifix-​tattooed forearms showing as he nimbly hopped from his 67′ Impala as it settled down nearly to the pavement. He showed up tonight.
Yes, they all came tonight to this Circle K I wandered into for a beverage as I strolled along through midtown Albuquerque. And they were all such a keen cross-​section of Southwestern Urban Americana burned into my perceptions that I made my way back to my hotel and closed my eyes briefly, accessing their image again before sitting down at the laptop to note the crossing of our paths at Circle K one stark January evening in Albuquerque.