I have a slight 7-Eleven dilemma. I'm about to go to a marketing social event thing but need an Altoid fix from a day of cussing and office breath. The good news is the 7-Eleven has a batter caliber of people than the one near my home ie. nobody has throw up on their construction boots and you aren't very likely to be carjacked or end up in a grisly gang initiation behind a dumpster.
The downside is a keep backing into people. I don't mean with my butt either ; rather that big ol' backside of my SUV because I'm not paying attention (what was I saying?) Either that or the parking lot is undersized, yes clearly that is it. Yes officer - the parking lot is too bijou. It's the Napoleon of 7-Eleven parking lots and it wants to swallow Russia.
The first time the lady very kindly waved away my efforts to give her $5 as she drove away on her three remaining good wheels.
The second time was more problematic. The guy was driving a BMW. Admittedly it wasn't a very good one. After the crunch I jumped out immediately to find him examining what looked like a rather obvious scratch. I offered him my insurance details and he hummed and hawed in an embarrassed way. Finally he agreed to take my business card but he seemed more interested in my accent.
When he found out I was from London he became animated and told me all about his business trips there. He seemed to totally forget about his scratch. I thought of asking him for a beer but thought that might be pushing it.
Maybe I will risk going to the 7-Eleven for an emergency mint stop. I end up bumping into the nicest people there.
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Now then. What the heck. It seems I had forgotten about my blog completely rather than just neglecting it this time. To return after so long...
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Now then. What the heck. It seems I had forgotten about my blog completely rather than just neglecting it this time. To return after so long...
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Sometimes in my dreams I have an odd vision of a rotund man being chased around by scantily clad girls at double speed. Policemen and vicars...
We have some narrow parking lots like that here and I just hate them. It's hard enough for me to see, being short.
ReplyDeleteyes narrow parking lots flaw me JoJo - would hate to go back to Britain and drive
DeleteA new way to avoid trouble, a British accent! Love it! I'll have to work on mine. LOL
ReplyDeleteDefinitely Yolanda - it's the way to fly
DeleteI agree with Yolanda...think I'll give the accent a whirl too. People probably chalk up your lack of parking skills to years of driving on the wrong side of the road 'over there'. :p
ReplyDeleteI know right Li - Just shrug your shoulders and blame the abject tea
DeleteAm I weird that I enjoyed your use of "bijou"?
ReplyDeleteAlthough I laughed all the way through this. I'd swear you live by me.
very much so Deborah - you are either French or a realtor :)
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