11-7@7-11

The oddest thing I found in a 7-11 store was a job. I worked the 11-7 shift in the summer when I was in college. What was odd, to me, was the way I got the job.

A friend came back from a cigarette run and said the manager at 7-11 was looking for help. It was shortly after dawn. A group of us had been partying since sometime the previous afternoon. The party was breaking up, so I stopped in the store on my way home. I was wearing whatever cut-off and ripped-up clothing I wore in the summer heat back then, and no doubt looked and smelled like I had been drinking for fourteen hours. I got hired on the spot. I guess the manager figured I wouldn’t have a problem with the overnight shift.