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Wed, 04 May 2005

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   The Evil Seven Eleven in Cleveland Park

It's terrible. They won't let you in on skates. And it's only the Cleveland Park Seven Eleven. Other Seven Elevens have no problems with skaters. But I was there (flyering the Lemming Route) and wanted a Diet Coke. So I used the iPod I can't hear you strategy.

What you do is pop on the headphones and ignore people. I got into the store and immediately the clerk gave me the "You're not allowed in here on skates!" shout. I made my way back to the soft drinks. The clerk had the, "Hey you -- can't you hear me?" comment going on. She even left her counter to maybe intercept me or something. But it was too late. I had the drink in my hands.

She arrived in back. We were together at last. I took of my headphones and gave her a big smile. We bonded. She: "You're not allowed in here on skates." Me: "Oh, really? Wow. That's terrible!" Side by side, we made our way to the front counter.

I have to admit, the clerk, she looked a little troubled.

We exchanged some more comments to cement our relationship. She: "I don't understand why nobody ever listens." Me: "You know, people just seem to go around and do whatever they want these days." She: "I don't know what the world is coming to." Me: "Well, it's not all that bad. Everybody in the neighborhood is very nice." She: "Maybe you're right." I think she felt better after talking to me. I paid for my drink and left.

So it's probably worth staying away from that Seven Eleven for a week or two.

A skater friend of mine observed that another tactic was available to me: Once I was in the store and had the drink in my hands, I could have popped the lid. Then the clerk would have had no choice but to charge me for it -- making nice nice wouldn't have been required. (Actually, I think that making nice nice would no longer have been an option.) Enticing as that tactic is, I have to say it's not my style. But it's probably worth remembering as an emergency plan B type of thing.

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