I know what you're thinking - reviewing a 7-Eleven?!? NOT a sexy choice. You're so wrong. Read on!
This 7-Eleven has a gas station that, as far as I can tell, is actually its own brand-name gas station. Everything from the gas pricing sign to the pumps has 7-Eleven labeling, so they get full credit for this part of the business.
Now, their gas prices are usually great, so I often fill up here when I hit up Samantha's Restaurant across the street (which is worth driving outside DC for, btw!). Why the 2 stars then? On a recent visit, when I pulled up there was a guy sitting on one of the trash cans between pumps. Yep, sitting right on top if it - his rear probably fit into the hole quite ergonomically, actually. Brown bag in hand, swaying merrily.
(Note to 7-Eleven: He appeared to have been here a WHILE. If you see a drunk in one of your trash cans by the pumps your customer are using, I suggest you make a move.)
No worries though, I went ahead and starting pumping. Then I hear, "Hola! Hey! Heeey!" I turn around, Mr. Trash Can is waving his bag at me, grinning. "Como estas?" I reply, one of few Spanish phrases I retained from middle school, and turn back to my pump.
"Hey! Hey, uh, how, uh how" - Mr. Trash Can is struggling with his English, or possibly his intoxication, or actually probably both - "uh how much, how much for you!!" He gets this last part out triumphantly.
Say whaa? Did he just say, "How much for you?"
"What??" I turn around and ask him - because surely, surely not. I mean, I was wearing flip-flops! Jeans! Sweatshirt! No mixed signals here!
"How much for you!" he crows, toasting me with his brown bag.
"Uhhhhh..." I'd never thought to learn how to say, "I'm not a prostitute, jackass!" in Spanish, nor do I know the Spanish equivalent of "Fuck off!", though he was in such good spirits that I kind of would have felt bad with that one. So, I replied with the best answer that came to mind:
"Uhh...mucho! MUCHO!!!!!"
"AHHH haha si, claro, oKAY!" says Mr. Trash Can, and gives me a WINK like we're in on a secret together.
So anyway, having accidentally confirmed that I apparently am a hooker, I can never go back here. Which is shame, considering the gas prices. read more