In the queue At 7-11

March 7, 2007

Just after work, not later than 5:30. Got off early and I’m walking down the ave, doing the rounds as they are. Past the bar known as H~2~0. Shittiest bar on Whyte, by my estimation. I consider how many times I poured myself out of there after drinking cheap beer on that toxic carpet. Glad that’s done with. Come to the Sev on the corner of 82 and 102. After the sign on the door went up advising vagrants that they are not welcome inside or outside the store, the place feels safer but emptier. Grab what I need and get in line. A young pseudo hippy girl with a head rag and almost dreads is in line in front of me. She looks as though she should be vegan and organic, but she’s buying a hotdog, a bag of Doritos, and a chocolate bar. Never can tell, I guess. I chuckle at her dreads. Always looks strange on a white person. The guy at the front of the line is of similar palate with two “swiss cheese smokies” and large bag of S&V. He’s talking to the clerk and giving her a hard time over some smokes. Not sure what the problem is, but I believe they don’t have his brand. Buys his shit and leaves in a huff.

Gent in the blue parka asks for rolling papers. That’s third on the list of potentially embarrassing convenience store purchases, right behind porn and condoms. Just before tendering he skillfully grabs a bag of Cheetos, undoubtedly anticipating the craving. A wise man. I get to the till. Sorry for the wait. No worries, I’m in no hurry. Well, that makes you the only person today not in a hurry. Having a rough one so far? You don’t know the half of it kiddo. Boss is sick. (My) mom is sick. It’s all for shit. Damn. Hope it goes better. Grab my drink and shit, head out the door. The 17:00 cliffjump is in full swing. Up there, the March gray. Kick off to the west. Anyone got a smoke?

Vignette #172

4 reader comments (closed)

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Rich

A 7-11 meal can be a thing of beauty. A pizza sub with a root beer for instance. Or a bag of Cheetos and a slurpee. When you’re a bachelor/bachelorette that’s how it goes sometimes.

Mar 07, 2007 • 10:28

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Gravel

Rich,

I know. Been there myself many a time. I have experienced heartbreak-induced stints wherein I subsisted for months on nothing but Doritos, convenience store sandwiches, and lime Gatorade. Maybe the occasional KitKat bar. Sad times, my friend, sad times.

Mar 07, 2007 • 14:53

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ink slinger

Oddly, I had far more convenience store meals with one of my ex-girlfriends than I ever did as a bachelor. Maybe that was a metaphor for the health of the relationship?

That said, I still love the odd bundle of grease and gristle from 7-11 when the midnight hunger strikes.

Great piece, Mike, as always.

Mar 07, 2007 • 19:26

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Gravel

Thanks, Ink. And again, great read last night @ the RP’s.

Mar 08, 2007 • 00:04

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