It should be enough that this shell station was so bizarre and disgusting I was moved to write a review.
This station is located on the corner of Baseline and Mill Avenue in tempe. In making my way home I decided I would like a treat and a lottery ticket. So, thinking that one gas station store is as good as any other, I stopped. There was one car in the lot and zero at the pumps. That should have been my first clue. Inside I went. Second problem was that it was dim in there. And quiet. There was no music on and not a soul inside except for the attendant who crept from the back on his cell phone. It was a tad warm inside as well, but it is one of the first warm days of the year, it's fine. I said to myself, no big deal. Just get your snack and head to the counter. Then I smelled it! The smell I can best describe as body odor mixed with poo, warmed in a furnace with a nice under current of mold and mildew. Kind of like a rest stop or port o' potty that has been sitting unemptied for days in the sun. no snack for me. Not here. Not ever. As a gagged I told myself to get the lottery ticket. Maybe this was the price I had to pay for my millions. It's not much, I can do it, I said to myself. Barely. As the attendant made his way to the counter to help me, all the while continuing to talk on his phone, I was alternating holding my breath and holding my vomit. tickets in hand I practically ran from that store from hell. The last thing I heard was the guy wishing me good luck. good luck to you buddy for working there, good luck to you!
That was the longest 3 minutes of my life and one I never hope to have to experience again. I hope whoever reads this review is spared.