At 7:45 in the morning, at a 7/11 on Hollywood Boulevard at the entrance to the 101 North Freeway, a middle-aged man in a sleeveless flannel shirt with a gingham pattern taps his foot impatiently as he waits his turn in line. He holds an empty, massive 64 ounce cup, and huffs a series of irritated sighs, as the transaction before his plays out very slowly. Finally it's his turn, and the older employee running the register offers a polite "How are you, sir?" The man in flannel slams the empty cup on the countertop, and seems to summon a great deal of righteous anger as he actually bellows:"I'd be doing a helluva lot better if the dispenser on the goddamned Wild Cherry Slurpee machine was working!"As the employee goes to fix the machine, the thirsty customer appears to be shaking and shuddering.
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