7-Eleven

I am a true 7 – 11 junkie so whenever I’m close to one in the area I have to stop & play some type of lotto & buy some type of junk food: D. Since moms broke her big toe, she was referred to a podiatrist right across the street & I knew the minute we got out I had to go see it! The parking lot could easily be a CF since its open on both sides & hard to get in & out without crossing oncoming traffic so be careful! It’s a little smaller than most and I should have known they wouldn’t have a good drink selection! They didn’t even have regular bottled iced tea?!! This is the 1^st time I’ve ever walked out empty handed (except for lotto)! Also their selection of scratchers sucks! –_​_​–

Who talks on the phone while checking people out? It’s rude enough when customers do it, but a cashier? Wow.
Also – major cluster of a parking lot. I’m not sure what the issue is, as the parking lot is not overly difficult to navigate, but drivers seem to have a real problem.
Unfortunately, it’s a good stop before the beach, so we may end up here again for drinks. Ugh.

Why do I always get behind the little old lady that pays with all change here? Every time I have ran in for something quick it ends up being not so quick. The parking lot sucks!
I come here for the red box! That’s whats getting my 3 stars! I love that its right by my house and I can rent movies for $ 1. The red box guy was there once and he was super nice and helpful.

Wow — maybe it’s because I look Hispanic, but my customer service experience here in Newport Beach has been terrible.
So I’ve been staying with my friend here near 15^th & Placentia, and we’ve made heavy use of the local 7 – 11. Nothing else around here within walking distance.
Well, it’s about 1 pm and I’ve eaten nothing, so I decide to drop by the 7 – 11 for a snack. I always grab coffee, and since their tiny flimsy cups burn my hands, I usually take 2 cups and stack them inside each other. I have done this many times, even at this exact location.
Today this turned out to practically be a federal case. At the cash, the woman behind the counter grabs my coffee and takes the extra cup off. First, don’t touch my coffee — I can take the cup off myself. I’m not retarded.
Then she starts babbling in broken English about the extra cup. I barely had any idea what she was saying — if you’re going to work in customer service, try and speak intelligibly. After I pay, I go back to get an additional cup — I’m not walking a quarter mile back to the apt with that hot coffee burning my hands.
She stops me on the way out and starts babbling more about how I can’t take an extra cup. I was tempted to throw a penny on the counter — which is probably what 7 – 11 pays for those things, but I didn’t want to be arrested, so I gave them back the extra cup. I hope she didn’t put those dirty cups back for other customers to use — although I’m sure she did. If the extra cups are so important — there are ways to be tactful about it without yelling at the customer.
My only regret is that I didn’t have a chance to mushroom stamp those extra cups.