7-Eleven

This is Free Coffee Week at 7 – 11 Stores all over the country. Viva the Japanese Ownership and Marketers of the corporation. As for this store — meh. The guys are OK, but this morning there was a woman working behind the counter. I saw an older woman with issues mentioned in an earlier review, but this woman didn’t seem older. So, it would seem they have two women with issues working there. This morning I was carrying my own 16-​ounce cup. Sixteen ounces. I think that’s their large, not hardly the size of their extra large. I mention this details because the 7 – 11 marketing team has been clear that the Free Coffee promotion applies to any size in the store.
OK, there I was at the register with my 16-​ounce cup (Starbucks brand, if you must know) and the cashier rings me up for $ 1.25.
I say, «It’s free coffee week.»
She says, «Refills are $ 1.25.»
«No, this is my cup. I’m saving you on the cost of cups and lids.» I walked out with my coffee prepared to Tweet about it to 7 – 11 and not spend another second talking to her about her personal insane take on the Free Coffee Week.
Maybe she has people in and out of there all day long, but that’s not me and she just came off as an idiot.

One of the guys who works here, Indian man maybe in his 30s, was a total jerk. Really irritated that he needed to attend to us. Avoid!

All I’ve really got to say is DO NOT go here if 1. there’s a short middle eastern chick behind the counter AND 2. YOU ARE BLACK!
Simple as that. As for one who’s very forgiving, sees the glass half full, educated (mind you in the OC of SoCal) and NEVER pulls the race card, my experience reminded me just how racist some people still are. To be so bold and so sure of herself to outright say what she did as I approached the counter was flat out rude and unacceptable. As I’m thinking I’m about to be greeted, instead I’m immediately harassed based on none other than the color of my skin. Message me if you need specifics of what was said if further convincing is desired. I just really hope that not too much more of this town follows similar philosophy as I’m simply visiting the vineyards like the majority of human beings that travel here. To be treated accordingly shouldn’t be too much to ask…

I am not a happy camper. I just left and should have walked out (minus $ 15.00 worth of food, which I paid every cent worth) and left my purchase on the counter and not paid. It’s late, I get it. I understand I’m wearing a large coat. But I’m also with a male the same size as the coat and he’s not wearing one and its cold outside. We both came in (with a large group of skater teens behind us) and got my stuff and went to the counter. An older Indian lady was cashiering. She immediately was rude when I set everything down. She asked «is that all? «I said yes. She asked me again. This time I’m annoyed I didn’t get it yet. She then asked a third a fourth time, all the while not ringing up my stuff and a line is behind me. Embarrassing. I am now pretty upset and say yes! And she gives me a dirty look and starts ringing up my items, still eyeballing me. Mind you, I’m paying half cash half card. When she’s done she asks me twice MORE if that’s all the items I have. At this point I’m livid and embarrassed. I basically just yelled yes and opened all the pockets on my coat to show her I have nothing. She then gives me another dirty look and mumbles «I believe you». Well. I’m NEVER coming back to this 7 – 11. I’m pissed that I even spent $ 15.00 here. I should have just told her I’m insulted. Shown her I had nothing and walked out. I’m not even sketchy looking! I’m a young short tiny girl with a tall gangly dork boyfriend. We talked the whole time we were in there! Next time maybe watch the semi drunk teen skaters that were loud and obnoxious. If I could give this place a ZERO star I would!

Just checked my banking statement and it turns out this store charges a $ 1.00 surcharge for cc use which they’ve never mentioned. Guess I’m getting cigs at Safeway.

Of all the 7-​Elevens in Napa, this is the one with the easiest to negotiate parking lot. Not that there are many parking spaces (one’s better off parking on Main Street, and Lincoln/​Main is pretty busy) It has a smaller lot than the Lincoln Starbucks, so make sure you have good timing!
There are people who seem to be camping outside and at the bus stop, unlike the others, since it does have an accessible location. The Sierra location is beside a laundromat, the First Street one behind a gas station, and the Redwood one is seemingly impregnable.
The Lincoln Avenue location has the best selection– fanciest coffee machines, they carry the chocolate creamers, a good selection of cereals, breakfast sandwiches, they even have something that’s a Power Fusion coffee or something like that. It’s quite clean, despite the exterior. The owners are friendly, hardworking, it’s a convenience store for a reason.

We started out when the sun was still smiling.
One of the servers was getting off duty at the Bounty Hunter and we were outside the joint drinking an expensive Bourdeaux-​style blend that had us buzzing and the pretend-​ious sniffing and saying «it’s nice». I was entering the tunnel of Buzzville …
I called Marco and he said bring a bottle of that and come over.
My girl disappeared with the girl that was willing to draw a tattoo on his arm with a sharpie.
He brought out some books on conspiracies. The wine was tasting real good and any bootleg of Robert Pollard sounded fine. I hopped on a bike and jetted down that street. He yelled out ‘that’s my neighbor’s bike”…
Now, I was the hot-​rod super star in tight corduroy pants and hot dog side burns.
The street was dark and I knew no fear.
Sonic youth was in my head with drumstick reverb and continuous yes.
I envisioned all of us and all of my nice friends buff funking the crickets in the parlor by the shore. I called Scott up north and said go ahead.
I passed the phone all around and everyone said hello to her — The nighttime and I were all alone in the whispering trees like 1952 where post-​war was real and there was no such thing as global warming or greenhouse prizes. Bush was a prized possession and throwing rocks at the night water was nice.
Well, that’s without better words or some kind of finger to the mouth shushing me — that’s what I was at this point accustomed to… the bastards.
I spread wings and flew… my bicycle and I were then kissing curb and new jeans were getting holed up in the asphalt belly flop.
Trick-​or-​Treat 1987. All over again. 7 – 11 is always the sign of the times on a 2 in the morning thing. They know why you’re here while you’re trying to find a bigger platform. Something to jump on and ride. An orange light where you can chirmish the autumn. Barry’s the fall guy and we’re backseat giggling at the retard who bought the fuckin beer. Dean’s on LSD… leave him in the backseat. the cops won’t question that. He wants a sno-​cone… he’s happy suckin’ on M&M’s cuz he thinks they’re part of the new next test. The nest text… The tested nemesis. backed down. the backspace deleting us towards destiny. We’re talking about tenacious defense. motherfuckers down … us. yeah, you and me. we’re bouncing like basketballs and television is too slow at this point. How many slurpees does it take to get motivated?! Give me a toothbrush and I’m white-​washing the apartment complex and laughing while Marco is making Crème Brulee with a bic lighter and packets of sugar from that pie place where they were happy to seat us for just a 75-​cent cup of coffee until their sexuality burned and got the waitstaff too excited to participate in order-​taking and common practice. I was bulging with excess but I didn’t have the $ 23.76 in spare change. So we all screamed and ran across four lanes and found freedom… finally. Adam’s sister looked at me in that way but she still insisted that I sleep on the couch.
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Fuck. bad timing. Just when I had a library in my head.