Henry Convenient Store

This man moved a dead cat off his property and moved it into the road… then when I asked him to move it… he said «fuck you» and «it’s not my problem» He is rude, and his store is extremely expensive.

New hood, new FTR. No big.
As far as convenience stores on this street go, the Henry C trounces its competition several blocks west. This superiority is not based on product selection, prices, or overall ambiance. This is exclusively reasoned on the fact that the woman behind the counter at the Henry C Store has a mostly pleasant, if no-​nonsense demeanor. The proprietor at the other place simply stares at all patrons and sells foul-​tasting bottled water.
Not so with Henry C! I mean, basically the only reason you’d probably find yourself here is if you happen to be visiting my new-​to-​me abode and I ran out of beer. It happens with alarming frequency. I might send you on a Henry C run for MacTarnahan’s, ice, red plastic Solo cups, and the potential rush of having to hustle away from oncoming vehicles on the road because there’s no sidewalk. All that for a $ 0.35 credit card fee. But not for ginger ale. Why? Because the Henry C does not stock ginger ale.
Otherwise, not sure why you wouldn’t just buy the beer at Safeway or Freddy’s.
Up next, a review of my favorite bodega of the Powellhurst/​Lents region, complete with temp tattoos!*
*Might not actually be the next review. I would never plan that far in advance.