7-Eleven

The first thing I noticed when I pulled into this 7-​Eleven was that the parking situation isn’t optimal. It’s a small lot and it appears they block off a bunch of spaces in the morning possibly for deliveries.
Other than that, it looks like a standard 7-​Eleven. The store looked pretty clean. You could smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I saw several customers buying coffee and breakfast pastries.
I can’t comment on the service because I didn’t buy anything there. So what was I doing there? I came here because this place has Amazon Locker (s).
I’d purchased a gift (a watch) for someone on
and the person wanted a different color so I returned it and got the one they wanted. This was the one of the closest locations to me that
directed me to.
The locker is pretty straight forward to use. I had no issues with it.

This 7 – 11 in particular has very friendly cashiers and to all of them I say «good job!». Tonight in particular though, I had a cashier with the last name Molina that rang me up. Super friendly and when I ask for 2 taquitos he returns to the cash register and states that they are a bit overcooked and he would wave the charge on them! I got home after thanking him and I took a bite of the taquito and it wasn’t overcooked in the slightest. So thank you Mr. Molina for taking pride in your work when so few today do.

Crooks, Bought the Camel promotional 75 cents off a pack of cigarettes today, but they overcharged me to make up for the 75 cents. Yesterday, I bought the cigarettes w/​o the 75 cents off and he charged me the same price as today. Must be double dipping.

Old Asian guy told me, «choke on your food» tonight after I walked in asking for an item… blows my mind how during the day I’ve experienced the nicest people but at night they couldn’t give two shits about anything but the talk radio they are listening to…

I kove all the cashiersat sev they are all very friendly and wi get to knkw you pretty well. All but two. the girl an dark haired ethnic man do not talk much. they get a lot oftraffic I the pm so get yr stuff early.

7 – 11 is 7 – 11 but this location is clean and the cashiers are nice.
$ 1 coffee’s on Wednesday’s.

It’s a very typical 7 – 11, the thing that makes for such a low rating is very simple — lack of customer service.
The teller, an older gentleman named Jess, was on the phone when we entered, which was not a big deal. We browsed the shop getting ready for our drive to Vegas. We weren’t in a hurry, but also didn’t want to take a long time. We picked out our items and went to the check out. We were not greeted. As Jess was busy making his social plans (definitely not a work related phone call), he very slowly rang us up, struggled with getting a bag open because he only had free use of one hand, and then I had to wait for him to push the debit/​credit button. And wait. And wait. While I was waiting he was at least bagging our stuff, or so I thought. He put 2 drinks in the bag, handed me my receipt and stood staring at me blankly waiting for me to leave. I bagged the rest of my items and did not mask my irritation at all.
Simple truth here folks, you applied for the job you are working, take pride in what you do or find a job you will be proud of. It’s not difficult to fulfill the job duties of this particular job description. And, no matter what job you have, keep your personal phone calls to your break time, especially when you have customers!
I will drive further every time I visit San Diego just to avoid such poor service.

This 7 – 11 has the look of one that would be more common in the ghetto but its pretty handy to have across the street, on any given day you can come in here and find all sorts of ppl in here. The clerks are all pretty chill no matter what time of day u show up.

Good ‘ol ²⁴⁄₇. So glad that all your Slurpee machines are working this summer evening. I’m sticking to Classic Coke & cherry. Ice cold cup of frosty syrup goodness.
Interesting place: Little, well maybe not that little, fat kids in bare feet refilling their dixie cups, the guy at the register unable to pay for a Bud tallboy because his card got denied, and a panhandler out front asking for spare change.
This is way better than reality TV.

Here’s the 411 on the 711: kind of cheap beer, kind of cheap cigarettes. Really witty clerks and a melting pot of low class clientele. After society collapses i predict that some of these clientele will eventually squat this place and make it their own post apocolyptic commune of salty snax, slim jims, and slurpees. Whatever mutant offspring they spawn will be as colorful as the gooey cherry variety and posses a wit and style capable of parkouring across the rooftops of abandoned tract homes, scaling the crumbling freeway flyovers in a single bound and finally hurling mad chunks at all hours of the day in the grassy lawn next to the store as their ancestors used to do in more prosperous times.