03-02-2007, 08:51 AM
I have just arrived home after a trip to the almighty 7-Eleven. I parked my car, turned off it off, turned off my lights and all that jazz, then proceeded towards the store. One of the workers was outside, although not smoking, so I found it odd that they'd find recreation in the cold.
Anyway, I walk inside and proceed toward the slurpee machines with my Double Gulp cup (no way am I going to pay full price, amigo). I take the normal route I always do (although sometimes I cut through the magazines if a herd of little kids or a pack of teenagers are grazin' in the way, or if I simply want to look at the pretty ladies on the covers as I walk by), but this time - something was there.
A man (presumably, as I saw no ...bulge in the pectoral region) was passed out on the floor. I had just turned my head after nodding and smiling to the night manager or what have you at the till, but then I turned back after having stopped walking, and he replies, "Don't worry, the authorities have been notified." I don't really acknolwedge this except for carry on my way towards the slurpee machine, and even taking the same path that would bring me to his feet. Upon thinking about, I bet the man was moved, as he was pretty much in a recluse area out of most customer's way, except for them having to pass by him.
I got my slurpee, went to the till (which I take a different route for, because I rock that much), and paid $1.37, which is a mighty fine number. Then I got into my car, backed up, and saw an ambulance pulling in in the parking section behind me (with a parkway between us).
On the upside, they finally had Dr. Pepper! They've been out of it for a week-plus, and I've been forced to have banana, or some other terribly lesser flavour. So, I gues sthe moral of the story is, all tales have happy endings.
PS: don't read this if you value your time. =)
Anyway, I walk inside and proceed toward the slurpee machines with my Double Gulp cup (no way am I going to pay full price, amigo). I take the normal route I always do (although sometimes I cut through the magazines if a herd of little kids or a pack of teenagers are grazin' in the way, or if I simply want to look at the pretty ladies on the covers as I walk by), but this time - something was there.
A man (presumably, as I saw no ...bulge in the pectoral region) was passed out on the floor. I had just turned my head after nodding and smiling to the night manager or what have you at the till, but then I turned back after having stopped walking, and he replies, "Don't worry, the authorities have been notified." I don't really acknolwedge this except for carry on my way towards the slurpee machine, and even taking the same path that would bring me to his feet. Upon thinking about, I bet the man was moved, as he was pretty much in a recluse area out of most customer's way, except for them having to pass by him.
I got my slurpee, went to the till (which I take a different route for, because I rock that much), and paid $1.37, which is a mighty fine number. Then I got into my car, backed up, and saw an ambulance pulling in in the parking section behind me (with a parkway between us).
On the upside, they finally had Dr. Pepper! They've been out of it for a week-plus, and I've been forced to have banana, or some other terribly lesser flavour. So, I gues sthe moral of the story is, all tales have happy endings.
PS: don't read this if you value your time. =)
"We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl."
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