7-Eleven

When it comes to 7 – 11 this one is decent. It is in a convenient location.
The inside is small, but they have everything that they all carry. Doughnuts, drinks, sandwiches, etc.
I find the 7-​eleven on State st. by Rite Aid a more pleasant experience.
This one does not have gas pumps.

The owner of this 7-​Eleven is a complete douchewad. I was up in here the other night working on some research. What kind of research, one might ask, does on do at 9:30 drunken pm on a Friday? The kind having to do with the misrepresentation of the CNN sponsored Obama/​McCain cups at the coffee bar that I see running rampant in the Inland Empire. WTF? Welp, so the story goes like this. After a few 7-​eleven visits I decide I need to do a blogstory on the whole sordid affair and where better to continue my research than in beautiful Hemet. So, we drive up and I snap some innocuous photos outside, then snap a few of the cups and their butcher dept (butcher dept, you might ask? you want details, see my blog). Then, we walk up to the front counter to buy $ 25 worth of water and ice cream sandwedges, and the girl back there smiles a smug little smile, holds out the phone and says, «The owner wants to talk to you.» WTF? Like I give a shit what this owner has to say. He’s not the cops. He’s not a fireman. He doesn’t have weapons of mass destruction (butcher dept aside) he is NOT THE BOSS OF ME. So, I gets on the phone, and he starts asking all kinds of questions. Apparently, my name is now Betty, I live in Riverside and I have become a SAHM. Uterus, be still. This whole scenario becomes more ludicrous when the girl behind the counter starts asking me how I would like it if she followed me around taking pics of me. Has she ever BEEN out of Hemet? Has she not seen the crowd of papps that follow me around Echo Park like bar flies around a glass of room temperature wine? Anyways, they were douchey to the ppoint of hilarity, and they stock very few Obama cups because they cannot sell them. Le sigh.