Krauszer’s is a 7-11-y chain of stores in the NorthEast. Think of it as a poor man’s WaWa. I never worked there, but my brother did, and as family archivist, it was a necessity that I confiscate his pin. If I’m not mistaken, he was held up at gunpoint when he worked there, but only once. He also used to bring home chocolate covered cherries for me which I loved. They’re gross, but I loved them. Once, when a friend of mine and I were really, really stoned, I was eating one of them and it made a popping sound in my mouth. Her response? “Howard popped his cherry.” We collapsed into a puddle of laughter. We were pretty clever for exceedingly stoned 17-year-olds, don’t you think?