Nothing good happens at midnight, 5:30 AM is the land of yoga and Jags, day laborers and busses — but little says peculiar like 9:30 on a Monday night. 

Little good happens in a 7/11 parking lot: hooker drop offs, drug deals — secret slurpee binges caused by sweet teeth, over-bearing loved ones.

All the good lies in the twisted intentions of the aggressive Herbalife salesman in the parking lot. Make the rent, make the American dream, make the pitch the excuse to make creepy passes on every living thing. Monday 9:30 pm, 7/11 Parking lot.