Jimmy… James… Jimbo… Whoever he is, I don’t think I’ve met him yet. But the guys behind the counter are always sweet enough and never hassle me. When drunks make inappropriate comments or get a lil’ too close for comfort in line, the employees have my back and tell them to back, back and«leave the lady alone!»(Little do they know, I’ve got a cold left hook I’ve been waiting to use. Not that it takes much to take a drunk down.) I also appreciate the fact that there’s two cash registers, which allows two separate lines to form and permits business to move a little more swiftly… Which is good, since this place can get pretty packed. P. S. Unlike every other corner store in my hood, Jim’s actually gives me a receipt when I ask for one. And the receipt even says the store’s name and the name of the item I bought. Triple score, muddatrucka.