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Happened last month, but I was reminded of it today.

I was at our neighborhood 7-11, went there to get some junk food.  I usually get a burger and some chips.  Well, they'd replaced the regular burgers with some freakishly huge double-decker burgers.  It was all they had and I was craving a hamburger, so I snagged one.

I get to the cash register and while ringing up my purchase, the cashier/sales associate/whatever the 7-11 calls them starts going on about how unhealthy the stuff I'm buying was.  Yeah, I know that it's going to lead me to an early grave.  Yeah, going to the 7-11 in and of itself makes me feel like a landwhale.  Yeah, way to make me feel like shit and cry myself home.

I stopped going there for a few weeks, out of shame, but have recently started going back again.

I've never had that happen any other time, in the seven years I've been going to that store.  Or at any store of any kind.  Ever.