Ode to 7-11

“Hello, Lady, Long Time No See You!”

I’m in here every day
just not when you’re working
but I must admit
I enjoy our 3 a.m.
discussions in broken English,
mine shattered through exhaustion,
yours still incomplete
after your long journey.

I came for my Obama cup
for the 7-Election
Your brilliant marketing ploy
to get out the vote.

I came for Spaghetti-O’s
I came for Fruit Cocktail,
Muscle Milk,
Stouffer’s frozen Mac ‘n Cheese
and Oatmeal Raisin Cookies.

But most of all I came
for your coffee,
your Dark Mountain Roast,
your high-test,
keep me awake
elixir that tastes like
percolated
mediocrity.

Where’s my Obama cup?

I want it to be
worth something
someday.

7-Election?

Went to the 7-11 today... I was over in Delaware to go to Borders to look for some new books of poetry and some other piece-of-garbage book on writing to semi-inspire me for NaNoWriMo. (I have a serious addiction to these books on writing, which have succeeded in getting me precisely nowhere. DinerGirl has published *nothing* to speak of, in spite of Julia Cameron's wit and wisdom.)

Anyway, at the 7-11 there was a sign out front for the "7-Election": "Every Cup Counts" it said.




Wow. If you click on the above picture it will take you to the 7-Election site, where you can see how the candidates are doing in your state. To my absolute horror, the John McCain coffee cup is winning in New Jersey. Whaaaaaat? That's not supposed to happen in a Blue State! I fear cup tampering! At least in Delaware, it's 63% in favor of Obama.

The 7-Election. Would that it were so easy.

(P.S. For the opposing viewpoint of a cup-carrying McCain supporter, click HERE. I love a good debate.)