Why hasn't this place been declared a national monument? Gas? Check. Drinks? Check. Food? Check. European cashiers? Czech.
The free vacuums are often the highlight of my day. Sometimes I throw a straw wrapper on the floor of my car just to have a reason to use the vacuums in this glorified haven of peace and serenity.
Sadly, the only thing this refreshing oasis lacks is the sale of hot dogs with steamed buns (those are key). If those were sold here I would probably secretly move in and create a secret room in the ceiling.
Oh, the cashiers are always nice too, or whatever.