Category: | Convenience Store |
Address: | 704 Congress St, Portland, ME 04102, USA |
Phone: | +1 207-871-1483 |
Site: | 7-eleven.com |
Rating: | 4.1 |
Working: | Open 24 hours Open 24 hours Open 24 hours Open 24 hours Open 24 hours Open 24 hours Open 24 hours |
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Tiago St. Shirley
Army Yak: "What are you doing?" "Im just drinking my coffee and ginger ale." "Well, youll have to move. You cant stay in the lot." "Why? Ive been doing his for years. I just sit and drink coffee and ginger ale, listen to the radio." "Ive never seen you before." "Ive been gone for awhile. I know the guy behind the counter. Ask him. Ask Eric. Hell tell you." "Erics my husband. I own this place with him and I dont know you. Youll have to move." "Well, lets ask Eric and he can introduce us." "OK." "Why cant I just sit and drink my coffee here? I bought it here," he asks the owners wife as they traverse the snowy lot to the convenience store. "Well, weve had a lot of problems with prostitution and drugs." "I dont do prostitution and drugs. Im just sipping my coffee," the questioned customer says to the owners wife as he follows her to the stores front door. Inside, the owners wife fetches the owner/husband from out back behind the counter, through a door into an office. A soda fountain machine whirs beside the customer who is being questioned as he waits for Eric, the owner, to emerge from out back. "Hey guy." No response. "Hey guy." The cashier looks over to the customer awaiting the owner. "She wont let me sit in the lot with my coffee." "Well, thats the boss. I dont know." The customer and cashier are friendly with another over the years. Eric, the owner, emerges from the doorway to the back office beside the whirring soda machine and coolers stocked with snacks. His wife stands behind him. "Yeah. We cant have people in the lot." "Not even to drink coffee and ginger ale? Other people do it." "No they dont," Eric, the owners wife chimes. "Weve had a problem with prostitution and drugs. So, we dont allow it. You can park, but once you buy your coffee: you are no longer a customer and have to leave. No more customer parking after that," the owner states as he slings a light box on top of a stack of boxes full of snacks and his wife lingers in the doorway to the back office behind Eric. "So, these are new rules because I used to be able to park and hang out with Rich and drink my coffee." "Yeah well, a lot of people were hanging out with Rich." "I hang out with him, too," the questioned customer states indicating the cashier behind the counter registering another customer. "Yeah well, we dont allow it." "Alright then. Ill just go to Mohammeds store for my ginger ale and coffee." "Alright. You do that," both Eric, the owner, and his wife state with his wife chiming: "Say hello to Mohammed." At Mohammeds store across town, the soda fountain whirs and the ginger ale/coffee customer depresses the lever for ginger ale to spurt into his double gulp cup. "Mr. Mohammed!" the customer exclaims as he eyes Mohammed, the owner, in his office out back of the cash registers through a door beside the soda fountain machine. "They just kicked me out of the store up town. They wouldnt let me park in the lot and drink my coffee." "They did? You mean Mary Kay and um. ..." "Yes. Eric. Do you know the reason they gave that I couldnt sit in their lot?" "No. What?" "They have a lot of prostitution and drugs. All I do is drink coffee and ginger ale. You know that." "Yes. I know that. You dont do any of that stuff." "I can still park in your lot and drink my coffee, right?" "Yes. You can do that. I know you. You just drink your coffee." "Well, gee," the customer states as the double gulp tops off with sputters. "Thats 27 cents more than the other 7-11," the customer states to the cashier as he slides a debit card into the register. Outside, it is cold, brisk, sunlit, blue skies, not a cloud in the sky, a thin layer of snow and ice on walks and roads with an ever present sound of traffic along busy streets in "Jerk Balls Suburbs" where the questioned, ginger ale/coffee customer hates to live; but likes to sip coffee, drink ginger ale and listen to the radio in his vehicle while parking. If it aint broke, dont fix it! The store lot is broken. Theyre fixing.
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Hunter Cartwright
I normally love 7-Eleven for my late night chicken and pickles sandwich and last-minute beer run. Sadly tonight I arrive at 12:56 AM, to see locks on the beer cooler! I ask if I can still get beer it be 12:56 AM and all, since the cut off time is 1 AM. Not the spot to go if your looking to grab beer late at night.
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Rich
Nice Store. Friendly clerks. Nice to have on Congress st late at night. Open area. Well light at night. Plus the Police sometimes sit across the street at night, So you know it safe.
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Sarah Cantin
very good service and a clean store with great employees asst.manager was very polite and helpful.
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Alexander Thomas
Only place open when I needed gas and a lighter. Super friendly people
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MK Kiger
Tent outside and hidden beer stash inside!
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hayden sevey
Best store in Portland Maine