Shell

Okay… I as weLL NEVER thought I would take the time to rate a gas station… BUT…
Often times when I stop in I get a little bit of attitude from the workers almost like a cockiness ?! I think to myself it’s just a gas station you work at and I’m just a customer, relax!!!
Here’s my real problem… I get gas here often it’s close and unfortunately I’m going to have to make other Arrangements after today … My son (19) stopped for gas before heading to his morning class, he swiped his card outside and the machine said transaction cancelled and again a second time! He sent me a quick txt and went home to grab a few bucks… I quickly checked his bank account for fear something went wrong that we didn’t know about …(but then remembered this same thing happened last month!) with the account! NOTHING was wrong on our end, in fact each time we were charged both time $ 15 and got NO GAS!!! …after searching for a number forever … I called and spoke to «Blayne»? I think that was his name but definitely the manager ANYWAY, he had NO TIME FOR MY CALL even after I expressed a problem and stated we had been charged! He had me repeat what I was talking about but then just said I’ll call u back … Name and number? No thanks! Not interested… If this is not resolved I am going to take my complaint to the Better Business Bureau and make sure that we are refunded the $ 30 total! Ugh!

I never thought I would take the time to fill out a review for a gas station, but I am hoping the manager at this location see’s this. I have never been more disgusted in my life by merely paying for my gas.
I came inside to get a drink and pay for my gas and was utterly creeped out by the cashier. For starters, there was a line of people waiting to pay. I noticed this guy who looked like he worked there getting a hot dog. I’m thinking, okay fine, the guy is on his lunch break, no big deal. This kid makes this massive piling of hot dogs, buns, and tops it off with a liquid mountain of condiments. I watch a customer go to get a hotdog for himself and there are no buns. Everyone is still waiting for a cashier. Finally, here comes the cashier… hot dog kid! Hot dog kid begins ringing out each customer. Between keystrokes on the register he is stuffing his face with the hotdog pile. No joke. Condiments are dripping from his face. He is sitting there eating hotdogs in front of customers while taking their money, getting them their smokes, etc. The best part was when the poor guy came up to pay for his bunless hotdog. They had this awesome stare-​down where the customer looked at the cashier’s pile of buns in jealousy, then looked back at his dry, naked, dog in agony. Then guess what happens? The cashier takes a a massive bite of his bunned hotdog in front of the poor guy. Though this experience was freaking hilarious, if I was that cashier’s boss I would want to know about these things going down in my establishment. I don’t know the cashiers name because he wasn’t wearing a nametag, but maybe this description will help the owner: 25ish male/​wrinkly pants/​messy hair/​glasses/​brown hair/​probably eating a hotdog right now.