So here’s the thing: What the hell is going on with the guy working at 7-11? Why does he hate me so much for stopping in to buy a diet Dr. Pepper? Of course he’s never behind the counter, he’s either out stalking some product or he’s in the back somewhere and I have to wait for him to get to the register. His body language tells me that I’m putting him out from other more important activity like stocking the corn nuts. I wonder if he thinks it’s my fault that he has the worst B.O. on the planet? I wonder if he would be offended if I asked him if hes ever washed his 7-11 uniform in the six years hes worked there? Shit, I just remembered that I forgot to buy gummy bears.