There was a 7-Eleven next to my Metro stop in Washington, D.C./Maryland, and I used to stop in every now and then for gum, cash, bottles of water and occasional bags of late-night Doritos. That’s it. It’s 100% safe to say that I never ate a meal from there.
My ex-boyfriend routinely ate from 7-Elevens across the D.C. Metro region. Routinely. He got a lot of ribbing for this, including from me. I mean, hello, eating your meals from 7-Eleven? Who does that?!
Well, look what I have become, people.
I stop in for snacks, ice cream, water, milk, yogurt, and steamed buns. I have bought toiletries there, including a toothbrush. I pay for bills there, I buy phone credit there, I buy liquor there. 7-Elevens in Thailand (and Japan, for that matter) totally rock my world.
But it doesn’t stop there.
I routinely eat meals from 7-Eleven in Thailand. ROUTINELY.
Fun fact from Wikipedia: Thailand has the 3rd largest number of 7-Elevens in the world. Japan is 1st and the U.S. is 2nd.
So here is my photo ode to 7-Elevens, because I would not survive here without them.
You can sing the following song while you look at the pictures.
(To the tune of “Rubber Ducky” by Ernie from Sesame Street)
7-Eleven, you’re the one.
You make snack-time lots of fun.
7-Eleven, I’m awfully fond of you…doodoodeedoo.
So, take a look at the collage above (yes, I just found out about the collage feature on Picassa and I’m using it like crazy). Those are the 7-Elevens within a 2.1 km (1.3 m) circuit around my apartment. That’s 12 7-Elevens, people. That’s a LOT of snacks.
I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to take photos in 7-Elevens, so I got some shots of stuff before I was shut down.
By the way, I am not being paid for this endorsement, but hey, 7-Eleven Corporation! Don’t sue me for this blog post. Just think: I’m cute—you could totally use me as a spokesperson!
I just require that you put me in a commercial with Ananda Everingham.
*Photo from Wikipedia…