Thank Heaven for 7/11

The sun beat down and the humidity steamed up as my mom and I took to the streets of Manhattan. A few hours into our excursion, mom decided that we had to have a cool-down. Longingly, she told me that she could really go for an iced pepsi.

“Like a slurpee?” I asked.

“You wouldn’t like that,” she said sorrowfully.

We got an iced tea instead. It didn’t quite hit the spot for mom, so she also got an iced coffee.

However, if you want a slurpee, today’s the day.
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