365 Days Writing Prompt Challenge: Day 87

87. Convenience Store:

I have a confession to make:

I am a convenience store whore.

That means that I don’t care which one I go to for food, coffee or essential supplies like toilet paper and detergent.

When in need and the urge strikes, I will go wherever.

In fact, I’ve been known to walk from one 7/11 to another in search of one item that I can’t find and desperately need to have. Correction: desperately WANT to have.

Dark chocolate, bread, ice cream… oh and the healthy options, blueberries, bananas and frozen mango.

Each brand of store has its specialities and I’m very particular, sometimes, which is kind of a contradiction to my earlier statement that I’m a whore. I am a whore, but when I need a fix and have a particular thing in mind, there is NO stopping me.

In fact, you could say that my whole life is like a convenience store; I drift from one man to another, one job to another, one place to another. And that’s the way I like it.

No commitment.

No stress.

No ties to anything.

I guess at some point I might want to change that, but for the time being, I’m content to be a whore.

I have another confession to make though.

Although I am very loose with my choice of store, I do have this ‘kind of thing,’ I guess you could call it a crush, on Mr. 7/11. His bread is the best, he’s open 24/7 without fail and his coffee is cheap and tastes better than those fancy Starbucks options.

But don’t tell the others; I’ve heard that Family Mart is kind of possessive and Lawson’s, well, let’s just say, I don’t want to mess things up. He’s good… if you know what I mean! 😉



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