The Arthur C Clarke silver towers of buses and their whereabouts in arrival time projections hum along and flash ten second tidbits of local student art, advertisements of old people products and you can charge your device if your trusting enough.
The category: Food - convience -- well it isn't a very good fit for the filter even if your dietary intake includes Ring Dings, HoHos and Drakes cakes, a better matched filter was not available. 7Days selection of the clearly wrapped pound cake slice with the brown marble swirl is impressive for the more discriminating palate. There are pipes and candy and breads and soft drinks to make your bus ride towards South Queens more pleasurable.
Hovering around the coffee pot is always a few tiny hooded men with droooy backpacks and dirty caps. They never seem to be bus ready or attending to much of anything save some muttering but you never can see their faces. I believe they are Mexican mining dwarfs awaiting instructions from Thorien Oakenshield-ez to descend below Glendale and build the great halls where later that night they drink horns of malt beer and eat red meat off the bone, toasting to another successfully undetected day.
My reason for going is the three dollar, icey chilly Fosters cans as its been my life long brew of choice mate.
A comical point worthna breif mention-- I've noticed that the employees and owner get a kick out of Big Phil when he enters the store and those number 2 pencil claws of his go ---"clickety clack" --- upon the checkered Formica floor like a Dick Van Dyke tap step. They are always wide eyed with shock watching my dog sniff the cakes display, is a 130 pound dog with a sweet tooth such an oddity? read more