Nights-time Monkeyshines (Part 1)

This is what I picture going on inside that little house during its tenure as a bakery

A couple buildings to the east of the Sev is a small building that has had a number of businesses reside there. It looks like a house. In fact it must have been a house at one point and somehow got zoned for business. This building is terribly inconspicuous.

One night, late, as several of us were going to the Sev for video games and slurpees we noticed that the small marquee in front of this building (which at that time was being used as a bakery) had the following advertisement: "Assorted Meat Pies / 89 cents."
We realized that with a little help from ourselves the sign could become much more humorous so we removed the "orted" from the first word. I'm pretty sure we didn't stop laughing for about 3 days.

Slurpees

The precise location where slurpees were purchased by myself oh so many years ago.

7-11 (hereafter referred to as "Sev" as originated by Senor Stubblebucket). Slurpees and video games. I remember one particular video game where one assumed the role of a ninja-type hero in pursuit of the lovely pixel captive. Or was there some other point to the game? I never got so far into the game that I actually knew what I was up to, but I'm here to tell you that I had the high score on that video game the whole duration of its placement within that particular Sev. It occurs to me now that the reason may very well be that no one else was interested in that game.
More important to my memory of Sev than video games are Slurpees. Pina Colada, Strawberry and Orange Cream. I remember when Sev began selling Coca-Cola flavored Slurpees. That was the day we ceased to buy any other flavor. Except on the days when there was red slurpee and Paul was wearing a light colored t-shirt. Red slurpee is great for staining other people's clothing in a game wherein you throw small amounts of your slurpee into the air for your friend to catch in his mouth. Paul and I played this game a lot and while the refreshing sensation of ice cold slush in your eyeball on a hot summer day was certainly enjoyable, the precisely aimed shots to the hair and clothing were more so. People who happened upon us walking down the street with melted slurpee dripping from our faces must have realized what I now realize...we were neat.