Worst. Post. Ever.

I see where some 7-11 stores have been dressed up to look like Quik-E-Marts from The Simpsons.

Of course, everyone wants to know one thing: No, it’s not “Do the hot dogs contain any meat?” We already know the answer to that one.

No, everyone wants to know if Apu is working there.

Well, as someone who has dropped large amounts of cash on super nachos and Double Big Gulps at your local convenience stores, I can tell you that if it ain’t Apu, then it’s someone who looks a lot like him. Or maybe one of his work-release white cousins.

But I did find this photo online – it’s not Apu, but apparently the Comic Book Guy really digs it...

There currently aren’t any 7-11s in my area – everything here in the Midwest is either “Casey’s”, which is a really poor replica, or “Kum-n-Go”, which brings on snickering on its own.

But 7-11 was a big deal when I was growing up on the West Coast – pepperoni sticks, Slurpees, comic books, those aforementioned nachos, you name it. I bought my first lottery ticket at the 7-11 in Rainier Beach, and I once hid from a truant officer in the back of the store on Renton Avenue. (Long story.)

Ah, memories.

These days I don’t hit up the convenience stores as much as I used to, mainly because my caloric and sugar intake limits tell me that I can’t have that junk anymore. But the next time I’m out in Seattle I can promise you that I will hit one up for some Oberto pepperoni and maybe a Slurpee, if they still make them in Diet Pepsi.

And I promise to say “hello” to Apu for you, or whoever is there at the time.