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| - It sucks that this location is the closest gas station closest to my house on the way to work because it it is a nightmare here. I'm not holding a gas station to high standards by any means, but this place really sucks. most of the gas pumps here do not work right, if you are the fortunate one to tell one of the zombies working here "hey, pumps 3, 4 and 8 aren't working, bit number 10 is and didnt give me a fucking receipt, again" the follow up questions are usually something of the following variety not limited to but including "oh, yeah, that pump doesn't work" or "yeah, the debit reader is not working" or the lady who told me "yeah, that piece of shit card reader doesn't work, so prepay as much as you think you will need, and then come back in for the difference you don't need."
When the literally 1 in 3 times I am able to drive to the first gas pump and have the debit card reader work, it still pops up with a message to go inside for a receipt, shutting down all hope of a quick transaction. usually the response is "yeah, a lot of people have been coming in for receipts " or "you have to come in for a receipt" I love that, a real doozey.
The only fortunate part of this is I can tell one of the Rhodes Scholars working here that there are typically 1-3 people asking me for money as I am getting gas or some useless teenager eating candy like a Spaniard next to the redbox machine. They don't care.
Getting gas here sucks, but what really pisses me off about this place is when you need to use the windshield squeegee to clean the windshield. I don't know what is in here but the few times I have used these whatever is in the water is rancid as hell. I spilled a bit of it on my hunting boot that has seen blood, sweat, chemicals, shit, and Tucson. Nothing killed these until some of the complimentary windshield water spilled on them. The smell from that water cannot be erased, I doubt these things have ever been emptied only have water added to them. Smells like the windshield squeegee raped me until it made the room stink.
I can't wait until the gas station being built down the street is finished.
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