Well, you definitely can’t call this a “service” station. I waited an entire song in my car before someone moseyed out to help me. If you can call it help. Since I wasn’t filling up - at $5.69 a gallon, about a...
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Well, you definitely can’t call this a “service” station. I waited an entire song in my car before someone moseyed out to help me. If you can call it help. Since I wasn’t filling up - at $5.69 a gallon, about a Buck more than I pay other places - the dude told me I had to go inside to pay. I go in, pay, go back to my car. I get to my car just as the guy is moseying up to the other car there. I’m waiting for him to do what appears to pass for brain surgery to him and then see him walk away from me when he’s done. I dunno, maybe there’s another car I had ya seen. Nope. He’s consolidating trash from one receptacle to the others, which I respect because it wastes fewer plastic bags, right? He finishes and starts making his way back inside the don’t-call-it-a-service station. I yell for him. Nothing. Feeling like a terrible person, I honk to get his attention. He moseys back with zero sign he realizes I’ve been waiting. He plugs in, I remind him the type of gas I want and he starts the flow…and wanders off. At this price, I was only getting $20 to hold me over, so it wouldn’t take long. Not sure how self-unaware he is, but he clearly thinks he’s The Flash. The gas finishes and the pump shuts off. Nothing. After I count to 60, I get out and remove the pump and drive off.
A day later I’m still trying to figure out what they’re doing that they think merits charging more than other stations. I’m truly stumped. I think I’ll bill them for my time because I haven’t spent that long getting gas since the 70s, IYGMD.