When I first got here, I basked in your familiarity. In a world of BBQ chicken and Family Marts, you had given me a glimpse of the good ol' U.S.A. It took a few days to get used to 7-11 without gas pumps, but I soon forgave you for these shortcomings.
But you are also a cruel, cruel deceiver. Every time I walk past your colorful 7, I immediately have want of a cold fountain drink or, heaven forbid, maybe even a slurpee. I dream of being able to own my own Korean slurpee mug that only would cost 1000 won for a refill. You see, when I think 7-11, I think these things. (and Raj)
Alas, you cannot provide these necessities to me. There are no mugs. There are no slurpees. There is no icy cold Diet Coke. (and there are no day old donuts waiting to be bought). It is a land of cup o' noodles and top ramen.
So while you are good to have around, I would prefer it if we stopped seeing each other. It's just getting too hard. And yes, this means I'll have to find a new way to work in the morning. But it's better this way. For us both.
And while I have your attention, 7-11, will you please tell me why you're the cool place for old Korean men during the evenings/weekends? Your plastic tables and chairs tell me its a commonality, but I just don't get the appeal.
Especially when you're sans slurpees.
Until we meet again (the right way),