You may recall my anger and astonishment several weeks ago over (gasp!) 7-Eleven’s decision to drop the PBnJ sandwich from its refrigerated snack arsenal. It was so bad my testes dropped a couple centimeters when I found out. For you ladies out there, that shit sucks.
Well luckily this past weekend a dear friend of mine happened to run into the Corporate Chef for 7-Eleven. (I don’t know about you but when I think “7-Eleven” and “chef” in the same sentence, only one image comes to mind). After a little investigative work (and a lot of footsie) she found out that several stores still carried them, but of course the fifty-three local 7-Eleven’s immediately surrounding me don’t. I mean, I must have nabbed two to three of those suckers a day so you can’t tell me my Bangladeshy dude behind the counter wasn’t killing it on the restock orders! Also, apparently the morning-delivered sandwiches were hardening by lunch so Mr Chef and his team are currently “working on” a new peanut butter recipe that addresses the problem. Nobody in Dallas really works, so I’m pretty much doomed. And so goes the legend of my beloved PBnJ…
hahahh, how do you think of this shit??
gooooo me!!!!! btw the chef pic was pretty dead on.
RIP PBJ
ps – i actually preferred the post-noon version. pop that bitch in the microwave for 10 seconds (trashy poptart style) and you’re in nutty jelly heaven.
::sigh:: my metaphorical balls just dropped too …..that was their best sandwich snacker.