QuikTrip

This QuikTrip is fucking awesome! I love getting chocolate chip cookies and 32 oz sweet tea there and Cheetos Puffs. The management is friendly.

Please forgive me, for I was drunk.
I woke up this morning oblivious of what went down last night. The last thing I remember was getting a phone call on my cell from a friend. I haven’t an inkling about what we talked about for 2.32 hours as logged. Shit. I rolled, ok FELL out of bed this morning feeling like a drunken louse. I’m so glad that the dog loves me unconditionally and watches over my ass when this shit happens and waits patiently for me to wake up and take her outside. Yep, ya gotta love dogs. Some coffee was in order to help lift the fog that was hanging out around my mind. It was time to stumble my ass into the nearest Quick Trip.
Of the many things I love about Atlanta, Quick Trip is high on the list. ATLiens know what I mean, but for my Cali Unilocal friends, it is like a supersized 7-​Eleven. The landscape here is dotted with them. I love the fact that I can get gas, a turkey sandwich, wine, water, chips, dark chocolate Snickers and coffee. When you walk in someone shouts «Hello.» Sometimes they are half-​hearted shouts. I think it should just be programmed in the door jamb. This way the employees would not be required to greet you while helping drunks like me to get on their feet again after slipping on the wet floor. Just like the required greeting, they are also required to mop the floor ALL day. So watch out for that. I also have to blame them for being drunk in the first place. That is where I bought the wine yesterday.