I was waiting for security to throw me out of the Seven Eleven.
I gave them a running commentary on my complaint.
'Where are you staying?' asks the male staff who was there when his colleague belittled me.
I wouldn't tell you even if I had to. Who's to say you won't tell Alex's boyfriend where I live. He might come hunting for me.
But the security guard will take care of me, I say, turning my head towards him. He was kind to open the door for me when I entered the joint.
This is getting messy.
Don't fuck with the customer. His money has voting power.
'She sometimes works in the evening.'
Well I'll avoid your branch and find another one.
It's getting messy.
You guys have lost a good customer. My money is going to another branch. Surely your boss can't be happy with that.
That minse and rice has stuck to my tongue. My tongue has grown into a black hairy carpet and it needs a haircut.
I'm suffering from an MSG hit. This can't be good, can it?
I try to scrape off the black gunk forming on my tongue.
That Selig dish, or whatever they fucking call it, is just toxic.
Another reason to avoid this 7-11.
Did the fuckers poison me?
I only make my own coffee. That way I know it's not been spiked.
Call me paranoid, call me cautious, one must take precautions in a land that traditionally thrived off kidnapping.
I gave them a running commentary on my complaint.
'Where are you staying?' asks the male staff who was there when his colleague belittled me.
I wouldn't tell you even if I had to. Who's to say you won't tell Alex's boyfriend where I live. He might come hunting for me.
But the security guard will take care of me, I say, turning my head towards him. He was kind to open the door for me when I entered the joint.
This is getting messy.
Don't fuck with the customer. His money has voting power.
'She sometimes works in the evening.'
Well I'll avoid your branch and find another one.
It's getting messy.
You guys have lost a good customer. My money is going to another branch. Surely your boss can't be happy with that.
That minse and rice has stuck to my tongue. My tongue has grown into a black hairy carpet and it needs a haircut.
I'm suffering from an MSG hit. This can't be good, can it?
I try to scrape off the black gunk forming on my tongue.
That Selig dish, or whatever they fucking call it, is just toxic.
Another reason to avoid this 7-11.
Did the fuckers poison me?
I only make my own coffee. That way I know it's not been spiked.
Call me paranoid, call me cautious, one must take precautions in a land that traditionally thrived off kidnapping.
