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On 20 Feb 1995, Joel K. Furr wrote:

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> It's hell being a night person whose grad student office and academic
> department had no snack machines worth the name; I couldn't keep food
> around at my department because it would simply disappear.  So when I was
> up at 3:00 in the morning typing away at the computer in the hallway, and
> the 7-11 was *right across the street*, it's no wonder that I succumbed
> most nights and went over and got something to eat.  If there had been a
> 24-hour McDonald's across the street, I would have eaten a lot of Big
> Macs.  As it was, it was a 7-11 and I ate a lot of nachos and hot dogs. 

I pretty much live on the road, working for a local TV station. We've 
adopted the phrase "Amoco Buffet" to describe our usual dinner option, 
which is to cruise the local gas station/quickie mart ("stop and rob") 
and try to create yet another permutation of drink and starch. And in the 
leaner times (which seem to keep on happening) those 2/$1.00 hot dogs 
have sustained me for weeks on end. Now, for you true believers, there 
are places that also sell BBQ and (for those on hot dog budgets) those 
potato wedges for about a buck per pound. Major belly bombers; you could 
stuff yourself and drive at the same time, which is one of the primary 
definitions of true road food. The downside of some of the local places 
is the lack of Hostess products. I'm sure there are plenty of Little 
Debbie disciples, but I gotta have Hostess. And Yoo-Hoo. So while I don't 
really mourn the lack of 7-11's, I do have a mental list of local places 
around the state that have Ho-Ho's, potato wedges, and West End sodas 
available for my snacking pleasure at 3am. THAT's the true measure of any 
civilization.

Besides, it's sorta neat to see another humanoid up at 0-dark-thirty in 
Toadsuck Ferry, NC, besides yourself. 

regards,
Victoria