Handi Stop 82

Very strange place.
Dimly lit, minimally stocked and there’s a back room with old slot machines. The pumps are old and don’t take card so you have to prepay before filling up. I walked in by myself (to a dark store with flickering fluorescent lights) and immediately wished my husband had come in with me. The gentleman behind the counter was nice enough, but there was a weird vibe to him. I tried to pay quickly with my credit card but as he was tearing off the receipt he stopped, squinted and held it up close to face to read and said, «Erica is it?» and gave me this weird smile.
«Yeah, that’s me.»
As I went to take the receipt from him he held on to it and said, «Well Erica, I enjoyed you coming in today. I look forward to the next time I see you», and smiled again.
I know the exchange was probably harmless, but the whole experience of going in there felt really weird and made me uncomfortable. (and I’m not a puss-​cake with stuff like that)
Anyway, if you’re looking for gas in the neighborhood I’d try somewhere… especially if you’re a girl by yourself.