When I woke up this morning and remembered it was 7.11, I recognized a familiar knot in my stomach. July 11, 2006 was traumatic for me.
Through the morning I wondered if I should give my favorite convenience store another shot. After all, they've been so faithful to me by regularly stocking 2% milk and hot pockets. On the other hand, there's only so much disappointment a man can take.
I'm happy to say the risk paid off. My store came through. And I enjoyed a free banana flavored slurpee.
So glad to say that 7-Eleven has regained my trust:)
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