I'll try to be nice and civilized about this. The store is a mess and the service you get will probably match that. I don't think there was a language barrier here, but more of a brain barrier. And I don't blame the poor guy at the register, that was left to mind the store. Oh by the way, only answered in grunts and "yes". Anyways, I wanted a hotdog, that I had been craving for the past four hours. I asked for a hotdog and the sales clerk realize there were no hot dog buns in the warmer. He searched everywhere, everywhere where there would not be hot dog buns. Eventually, the guy that was in charge came out of the beer freezer and register guy asked him. I think the freezer guy looked to be in charge. Freezer guy walked back into the freezer and brought out a bun sealed in a clear wrapper. Man, did that put me at ease. I didn't want Rando McRanderson touching my bare naked hot dog bun, that would be criminal. So the register guy went fourth and put my hotdog into the box, paused for a split second and then places the bun, STILL inside the plastic wrapper, into the box too. I asked myself, why did he make that face and pause. It's because he doesn't give a sh*t, that's why, But I will get back to this. So, hotdog and hotdog bun in box, I pay and leave store. Seated in my car, I get my ketchup and mustard ready, to slather my hotdog with. I opened the box, reach for the bun and guess what? The bun and wrapper are cool, as if they were in a beer freezer! That's why DipSh*t paused!!!! He realized it was cold, but decided he didn't care... I when back in and he looked uneasy when he saw me. He knew what he did and looked at me with that hollow headed look on his face. I microwaved my bun, left, put my hotdog together and thought... This 7/11 that's run by brain surgeons is gonna give me food poisoning. Hotdog went in the trash and I drove off. read more