So I've been hearing for months that my favorite convenience store chain, Shanghai, my extreme thirst for a Slurpee impatiently growing as the seasons change into veritable summer.
Already a staple in Beijing, Guangzhou, Shenzhen and Hong Kong, Sev-Lev, as we used to call it in my younger days, had somehow eluded Shanghai altogether, and the previous media reports seemed to turn into empty promises, dreams of flavor-drenched crushed ice in my mouth unfulfilled.
Then, two days ago, due to random construction in the Shanghai Indoor Stadium metro station, I was forced to walk a different route home; from Caoxi Bei Lu, I turned east onto Lingling Lu, and eventually north onto Tianyaoqiao Lu.
Coincidentally, at the time, I was craving a cold beverage and decided to shake myself out of an ipod-induced trance and look for the nearest Family Mart (my favorite Shanghai-via-Taiwan convenience store), when I was greeted with the glowing red, white, green and orange lights of 7-Eleven (Tianyaoqiao Lu, south of Xietu Lu on the east side of the block).
I immediately raced inside, perusing the aisles, browsing at all the products. So overwhelmed by the presence of 7-Eleven, I was nearly paralyzed by the presence of a prepared-foods bar full of cold Chinese dishes. While I didn't buy anything, the selections all looked rather fresh, although the clerk was a bit upset with my insistence on snapping a few photos.
Then the cruel reality sunk in. Despite 7-Eleven's arrival in Shanghai, they somehow forgot to pack any Slurpee machines, deciding that the most delicious drink ever was not primed for Shanghai's taste. Nooooooooooooooo . . .
Now I must ask you all, who doesn't want a tasty Slurpee on a hot day? Think about that Mr. Chairman, next time you decide to deny and deprive a nation full of potential slurpers the sweet bliss of shaved ice down the back of their throats and the most excellent brain freeze derived from speedy consumption.
Shame on you Mr. Seven, and your filthy tramp-of-a-wife Mrs. Eleven too.