7-Eleven

There I was staying at an Airbnb down the street after eating one of the spiciest dinners from pok pok I had to use the bathroom in a bad way. The airbnb had one shared bathroom for the entire house and it was a full house. I didn’t want to occupy the bathroom for hours and use all the TP so I googled the closest 7-​eleven and found this place. I was cramping so bad on the walk there that I almost ducked in between two u-​haul rental trucks. to my dismay there was a group of gutter punks already sleeping there. The homeless guy in front of 7 – 11 must has caught my crappy vibe because he didn’t ask me for money as I walked in. the man behind the register was in a heated conversation on a cordless phone but I simply looked for the bathroom. It was locked so I figured I need to buy something to receive the key. I picked up a pack of gum and stood there patiently waiting for DUDE TO GET OFF THE PHONE. I started paying attention to what he was saying and it turns out this is first night on the job, the point of sales system was down and he was on the phone with technical support trying to reboot the system. I attempted to interrupt his call to ask for the key but was ignored. A line of hipsters with their PBR (or whatever cheap tasteless beer) formed behind me. The employee jumped the counter and ran to the back. I turned and looked at the hipster behind me who gave the «smug shrug» but not saying anything. My cramps were back in full force so I decided to abort this mission and find a near by bar. I turned to the hipster and told him to tell the employee that I’m leaving my gum at the counter and leaving. He gave me another smug shrug that made me want to smash his 6 back of beer across his perfectly groomed bread. I ran out the door and now the homeless guy is feeling chatty… Nope! To be continued to my Home bar review

Brand new to shallow SE, this 7 – 11 is tiny by corporate standards. It has only been open a few short months, but has already made a big impact. In the hour of need, 7 – 11 was there for a close family member in distress. Abe the night clerk was especially helpful. I can only wish them tremendous success, and much gratitude for all their help!

Try walking into the Shell/Jackson’s down the street with anything approximating a backpack. They have radar for that shit. Even a simple bike messenger bag, which are like back pockets in Portland, earn their undying ire.
LEAVE YOUR BAG BEHIND THE COUNTER!
You can keep your bag behind the counter, I’m walking the few blocks to a clean, quality assured 7-​Eleven where I will be greeted with something approximating friendliness upon entry. The resurgence of 7-​Eleven is the best thing about Portland right now and I’m super glad this place is open.