Ketchup and the Angry 7-Eleven Man

I have to admit, I've been obsessing over ketchup lately and I'm wondering what kinds of god-awful brands they must stock in 7-Eleven. Let's go look.

God I hate these places. They're so brightly lit they look kind of like a surgical room gone horribly wrong, with fumes of bad meat drifting in and out.

Speaking of bad meat, here's a couple of Venereal Diseased Hot Dogs. Deeelish!

Aaaahhhh!

Okay, I think I see the condiments section at the end of this aisle.

Well, I apologize to 7-Eleven, all they stock is Heinz. That still doesn't make up for their scary-ass rib sandwich, though!

Speaking of scary-ass things, seconds after I shot this a guy grabbed my arm and screamed out, "What are you doing?"

"Let go of my arm," I said pushing him away. "I'm taking pictures of ketchup," I told him when he released his grip on me.

"No pictures in here!" He yelled at me, even though he was less than half a foot away from me.

"I'm just taking pictures of ketchup," I told him amazed at how worked up he was.

"No pictures in my store," He continued to bark out in a Tourette's-like manner.

We argued back and forth and I told him it was a public place, he asked if I would like it if he came to my home and took pictures and I told him I could care less. Then I told him I lived two blocks away and invited him over to take pictures of my ketchup. He declined.

After awhile it got old, so I left, pounded on the window and took a photo of the angry 7-Eleven Man.

And once more with feeling! Goodbye, asshole!