What's behind Seattle convenience? Today So Far ( www.kuow.org )

For most of my independent life, 7-Eleven has been there for me. At 16, with a fresh drivers license, I would pack up my Volkswagen Vanagon with friends and head to the nearest 7-Eleven, where a high schooler could afford to shop, mostly for slurpees. While other cars had retro dice hanging from their rearview mirrors, I had these little brains in ice cubes, which were slurpee brain freezes. Upon realizing that most of the processed treats in the store were not good for anybody, ever, I shifted to the quick sandwiches and apples.