7-Eleven

When asked "Do you want to warm up?" Answer "Please." Then, while saying "Yes", I start packing cold products in the bag. I was surprised and said, "Oh, warm me up." It will chin the product as if it returned to me. By the way, the products were Tanuki Udon and Yakitori. I was chinning for about 150 seconds, but during that time, the clerk was just standing up, not handling the next customer or packing other products. Naturally, there is a long line in the store. The group of high school students behind me began to swear, "Hey, that (cash register) is free?" "What are you doing?", And I just wanted to eat udon and yakitori. For about two and a half minutes, I stood small next to the cash register in a very uncomfortable atmosphere. After two and a half minutes, which seemed to be eternal, I finally received the warm udon noodles, and quickly returned to the car, took out the udon noodles and yakitori from the shopping bag, and said, "Anyway, this is how hot food comes in. ".", I was relieved. However, the yakitori I picked up was ticking cold. The coldness evoked tension and shame-like anger in my once loosened nerves. I jumped out of the car with the yakitori I had in my hand and returned to the store. The sight I saw there was a long line that continued to grow even more than before. 5 people, no, 6 people, no more. Being caught up in passion, I ignore the line and suppress the urge to hit the clerk directly with cold yakitori, and line up at the end of the line. The man's neckline was black and so greasy that it looked like a cockroach, and the man smelled like rotten pineapple, and I almost vomited. The yakitori in my hand feels like just a lump of cold meat, feeling like a cold, sour liquid on the back of my neck and at the base of my tongue, sweat, fat, or something else. The liquid, which I don't know if it's a secretion of, slightly sticks to my forehead, and I think it will become a cockroach as it is. The road to the cash register opened when I was about to become anxious. I tell a clerk who seems to be 40 to 50 years old with his eyes blackened like a cockroach. "Please warm this up." The clerk warmed the yakitori at 1500 watts for 20 seconds, saying "Ah, yes" without changing his complexion. Yakitori was handed to me with a beautiful jump that easily crossed the K point of "heat" like Harada at the Nagano Olympics. I instinctively made a cute voice, "Achin!", And I couldn't stand the shame, nausea, and passion that I had suppressed until then, and I instinctively asked, "Are you doing it on purpose?" But the clerk, eh? It just hardened like a nostalgic Windows 95 with a smirk. Perhaps the clerk doesn't even remember that I was the customer who bought udon and yakitori earlier, and I don't understand what I'm angry with. It looked like that. Depressed and waiting for me to rout into the car were the slimy tanuki udon and the unabated yakitori like B'z. I'm sure all I wanted was the word "I'm sorry". In a society that continues to become more convenient, the relationships between people are becoming weaker and weaker, and the feelings of forgiveness and apology are closed, and the feeling of having nowhere to go has surfaced in this way. It must have been. It was such an experience that strongly predicted the decline of convenience stores, which is a concern due to the rise of online shopping represented by Rakuten and Amazon.

A young male clerk (I didn't know the name) I was surprised at how good the hospitality business was. When I said that I didn't need a bag, it was a serious god correspondence such as putting soup in a free plastic bag. I want you to imitate a Seven employee at another store.

店内は普通ですが、クルマ通りの多い交差点にあり、駐車場も狭いので、入りにくいので、スルーして他へ行きます。

I sometimes see screaming customers screaming. I ’m so old and yelling, and it ’s too miserable.

Browsing prevention is too bad