Stories

Gotta save the Slurpee!
Once upon a time, when I was in grade eight or nine, my sister and I went along our way to the 7-Eleven. It was in the middle of winter, and in the mid-evening when we started the fifteen minute walk to the store. It was also rather slippery out, as the layers of unshoveled snow on the ground had become compacted into ice. After I had my one litre cup filled, she picked out a Pepsi, and we were soon on our track back home. Unfortunately, with the lack of grips on my boots, combined with my klutziness and the icy sidewalks, the inevitable happened. I slipped, falling backwards and right onto my back, my feet flying through the air above me. With my sister laughing and looking down at me, I noticed that I hadn't spilled my Slurpee. In fact, it was perfectly upright, without any of it missing, still in my hands, despite its lacking of a lid.

Slurpee Alert Day
Do you remember Slurpee Alert Days? It was the Summer of 1995 (I think), and I looked forward to seeing the balloons outside of the store, and the big sign: 'Buy One Get One Free!' My friend DeeDee and I decided to go for a Slurpee, and when we got there we were excited to see that it was that special day. We took a clear cup each and filled them high...and then we became greedy. What if, instead of paying half the price for our Slurpees, we get two each? We left with a Slurpee in both hands, trying to keep up with them as they rapidly melted in the summer heat. By the time we got home, our Slurpees melted beyond repair--a greenish brown chunk of ice floating in bluish green sugar water. Yum. I think we learned our lesson.

Too much orange!
It was the summer before grade seven, and almost everyday my friend and I went to 7-Eleven for a Slurpee. When we arrived at the 7-Eleven, we were happy to see that they had orange. DeeDee filled her cup with mostly orange Slurpee, despite my warnings that too much orange isn't a good idea. I, too, put orange in my cup, but only in thin layers. When we got back home I told her to put her Slurpee in the freezer, because I had noticed that the orange was particularly syrupy, but it was too good to wait. She drank nearly the whole litre of Orange Slurpee before the cramps came. She curled up on the bed, announcing that she'd never drink a Slurpee ever again, and soon ran to the bathroom to....well....

The next day, we went to 7-Eleven again for a Slurpee.

And the lesson to this story? Don't drink too much Slurpee (at once) if its real syrupy. Put it in the freezer and wait for it to freeze up a bit before drinking. Some flavors tend to be stronger (therefore more syrupy) than others, including orange and even Coke and Pepsi.

Wanna go for a Slurpee???
It's another three hour biology lab, eight O'Clock in the morning and it's the middle of July. It's a long, boring lab, and I find that we have to wait another 45 minutes for our bacterial sample to be finished incubating. Hmmm.... I turn to my lab partner, and with a big smile across my face I ask, "Wanna go for a Slurpee???" She agree's to come with me, and we leave our class and walk to the nearby 7-Eleven for a Slurpee. I wasn't quite finished when we arrived back to the lab, and (since food isn't aloud in the lab) I put my Slurpee in the locker of our other lab partner. We return to class, unnoticed, and finish our experiment. Luckily, there wasn't much left to do, so I was able to return to my Slurpee before it melted.
PS. If at all possible, never schedule a lab at Eight O'Clock in the morning!

Slurpee Fate?
On a Tuesday in the spring of 2003 our house was broken into. Among the stolen items was my bicycle. I was saddened, mad, and upset at the whole ordeal. I was thinking of getting a new bike, but I never wanted it to be stolen? Fast Forward to Saturday that same week. My friend Ruby and I go to the 7-Eleven for Slurpee... I am disappointed in the flavour selection and the consistencies. I ask her if we can go to the other 7-Eleven for a Slurpee; she finally agrees, so we go. On our way back, Slurpee in my hands, I see something familiar. Is that my bike in front of that house? I go and take a better look, and sure enough it was mine. My dad phoned the police for me and they came and confirmed that it was indeed my bike. I took my bike back as they questioned the family who kept changing the story about how they came to possess it. Not long after, the culprit is arrested and admitted to 12 or so other break-ins in the neighborhood. Wasn't is a good thing that the Slurpee consistencies were poor, making us go to the other 7-Eleven store?

Slurpee Deprivation
In August of 2003, my sister nicole and I went to banff by ourselves. She had been traveling across Canada again, and was heading back. I was to meet her in Calgary, so I had to take the greyhound by myself from Edmonton to Calgary. And you would think that the worst part would have been this section of travel by myself, since I am anxious, neurotic, paranoid, dependent, and more or less a chicken. But no, the worst part was spending a week in the sun with no hope of having a Slurpee. AN ENTIRE WEEK without Slurpee. AHH! During our stay I tried to satisfy my cravings with apple juice and expensive fruit slushes from coffee shops in the area. None helped, and each day I found myself yearning for a Slurpee more and more.... After almost a week away, we started on our way back, and the first thing we did when we reached Calgary was get a Slurpee. The first thing we did in Edmonton was get a Slurpee. It was the longest week in my life, and I don't ever want to go though that ever again!

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A True Friend
I moved from KC, MO, to Memphis, TN and a close addicted friend of mine had investigated and found out that, alas, there are no 7-11's in Memphis! Imagine my horror! So, to my disgust I moved to a un-slurpeed city. However, my friend and I met to see each other, and the first thing he said to me when he got out of the car was, "the container in the back is for you...I haven't even opened it." It was a gallon of root beer slurpee all for me! I was deeply moved...
(Submitted by Emily)

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A Trip to 7-Eleven Unlike Any Other...
It was just another regular trip to 7-11... me, claudia, cara and leah are all addicted to slurpees... and can never get enough of them. It was 10PM and we were walking the familiar road to the famous 7-11.

We walk into 7-11, and claudia and leah are all giddy, as usual... so what?... i decided on a spongebob cup from the spongebob squarepants movie... [which i just happen to love... so, spongebob + slurpee = perfect nighttime snack!]. Finally I ask them what they are so excited about... they pointed to a guy looking around his early 20's wearing a green shirt and a rogers cap...

"He looks like the guy from the carswell show!!!" claudia answered...

"What's the carswell show?" I asked.

"Just a local tv show... but still, he looks like he's from it!"

"haha, cool"

I continue filling up my slurpee... hardly enthused by this random everyday stranger who needed his slurpee fix for the night, as well. They continued to whisper and giggle about him.

My friends are not the type of people who will randomly go up to strangers and talk to them... i think it's that ... i am a fool ... so claudia asks, "Brittany, are you outgoing enough to ask him if he's from the show?"

I 'm always up for a bit of harmless fun... so why not. . . leah had taken her camera along with her to use up some of the extra photos for the trip to 7-11. We were all pretty nervous... me especially..

"Okay, so after I ask him if he's on the carswell show.. then what?.... what if he says 'y...' actually, that won't happen. He obviously isn't... so after he says 'no'... do Ijust ask him if we can have a picture of him anyway?"

"Yah, just do that... I'll get out my camera!"

So we waited in line behind him. We're all pretty sure he heard us giggling, because we were pretty loud and giddy... I was so nervous... time was running out. The line was getting shorter and shorter... he was paying for his stuff... leah was soo slow at getting out her camera! Finally I grab the camera and as he's finishing up paying for his slurpee and chips, I say, "are you from the carswell show?!"

I was not ready for the answer.

"Yes, Iam." he said in a deep voice.

Hahaha! well, it made it easier to ask the next thing.

"Really?! Sweet!... well then... can Iget your picture?!"

The carswell show is only a local show... that isn't very popular... but a few people watch it... and I doubt anybody ever recognizes him. I could tell by the look of surprise he had on his face when I asked.

"You... want ... my ... picture?"

"Yes!"

"Well, okay!... we'll do it outside"

Everyone was looking at us by now ... this one lady that was reading a magazine was staring the entire time. The cashier asked, "Where's he from? What did you ask?" and all the other late night 7-11 stragglers were watching as well.

W e all rushed to pay for our slurpees... and cara and I ran outside to get a picture with jamie carswell. I handed my slurpee to cara... then jamie says, "don't you want your slurpee in the picture?!"

"Oh yes! of course!"

We raised our slurpees. leah and claudia ran out, got in with their slurpees and cara took the picture. We made his night. I know it... he walked away pretty happy looking.

... And what is the Carswell show exactly??? Click HERE to find out.

(Submitted by Brittany)

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A Slurpee Weapon

I had gotten a nice big Red Eye and I was almost home.I had maybe about 3 inches left in
the bottom of my cup to suck up..

And as I walked some guy in a fancy convertable car sped b me and threw his drink on me
it splashed my side and he yelled something rude at me. I had no clue why did that. I was
stunned but kept on walking...

But this guy wasn't finished,being a jerk he drove around the block again to pass me to stir trouble with me again, I was appalled seeing him a car or two behind me, So quickly I yanked the lid off my remaining Red Eye,when he drove past me again yelling insults I deftly flicked my cup at him with the last of my Red Eye and sprinkled it all over his car interior,as he was driving past real slow, I realized his car interior was white and the dye in a Red eye Slurpee would stain anything it touched
you could even dye your hair with it

My slurpee cup made a great delivery device. It made a cold red rain upon his car.

The guy screeched to a halt. I scrambled up a tree and looking down I saw his entire
luxury car interior was polkadotted permanently now. Other drivers began to pile up behind
his car and honk and yell at him, as this road was two way, had no shoulder but there was
forest on both sides, he was forced to leave me alone.

I don't know if he drove around again because after he left I ran home, the guy was obviously not with it. And his expensive car was ruined forever I am sure. Maybe he won't be dealing with his aggression
issues by harassing and tossing his drinks at innocent kids walking home anymore in the
future one can hope.

Did you know that Red Eye was a flavour that 7-Eleven had for a short time in the 70s? The original formula ended up being banned because it contained Sudan 1 - a type of red dye that was found to be genotoxic carcinogen (and of which is banned from foods today). If you know about or remember this particular flavour, I'm curious to know more about it :)

... And the Miracle of an Upright-Landing Slurpee

The same road, Same 7-11 But I was much younger, about 5. I was Going to get slurpees with
my sisters. One of my sisters had very long hair it was so long it grew well past her waist. It was summer and the sun was beginning to set when we all left.

Well by time we left the 7-11 it was getting dark really fast, so we had to cut across
the field,to get home before dark like our mother told us to.. so we hopped the fence and
started across, picking our way through the tall grass and overgrown brush.

As we were walking a bat flew right into my sisters very long hair,she shrieked when it flew into
her and began flailing her arms around in a panic to get this bat that had become
tangled in her hair by now,out of her hair. My other sister tried to catch the bat shake
her hair to get it loose.

When my sister freaked over the bat, her slurpee flew, in the air at high speed,somewhere unknown when she panicked . Eventually the bat and my sister got untangled from each other and nobody was hurt.We continued walking home laughing. We couldn't wait to tell mom that a bat flew into my sisters hair.

My now slurpeeless sister asked me for a sip of my slurpee, I gave her some cause she lost hers. She asked my other sister, and asked me again and I ragged her for mooching. She said she wished she
had her own slurpee back.

it was dark now.. than suddenly after about 10 seconds of walking there it was: the dome of the lid shining in the distant glow of the newly flickered on street lamps, nestled among the tall grass was my sister's slurpee!!!

Not only was it sitting upright,it was intact, lid on, straw in place,just sitting on the ground
like she sat it down there. Wow... I got my sips back and she got her slurpee back after all. It was the whole reason we walked there to begin with.

(Submitted by Jill)

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Last Updated: November 5, 2007