7-Eleven

If you’re one of the thousands of idiots who have stood in line for Jenny Bakery, you’d know which 7-​Eleven I’m writing about. It’s the one right across from the N5 MTR exit and next to Japan Home.
Small store but with enough of a variety of drinks and snacks that it qualifies as a convenience store. I usually get a Vitasoy, Kowloon Dairy, Yakult, Schweppes, etc.
Besides the Jenny idiots trying to kill time or get fuel while standing in line, the regular customers can be dodgy though — I’m guessing there must be cheap motels/​hotels nearby. One of the two times that I visited this store on the way to the MTR was around 7:30am and there was a drunk prostitute in a red cocktail dress with no shoes bumbling about. I was able to avoid physical contact her and get in and out in one piece. The other time there were a couple of non-​Asian thugs — I wasn’t terrified but I didn’t linger around to find out if I needed to be.
The staff was OK — typical emotionless minimum wage face. I don’t expect any better though. It’s a 7-​Eleven, not the Ritz.