Arco AM/PM

Amongst the cheapest fuel prices for miles in either direction. A 35 cent surcharge to use your debit/​credit card makes me get fuel a little farther South. Inside is dingy, not well organized. Bathrooms are to be avoided at all costs. Clerks act like it’s a hassle to serve you. ike I said go a few miles south to Livingston at the QuickStop and get a better experience.

Have to give at least one star. The only good about this ARCO is cheap gas. They have people constantly bumming money gas cigarettes (I don’t smoke) but every time we stop there there is at least 1 person bumming something. I work hard for my money and at 3.13 a gal huh no get a job.

Just cheap gas here, open ²⁴⁄₇.

I know I’m not the first to take a long driving trip and experience a raunchy gas station in the middle of nowhere, but this experience left me wanting to vomit… even at the thought of it 3 days later.
I am willing to give it an unofficial 2.5 stars because gas was only $ 2.19 a gallon (I KNOW… UNHEARD OF Right?!). We actually didn’t need to stop for gas, as we had enough to get us to our destination… but when would we EVER get the opportunity AGAIN.
After driving for 5 hours, I just had to tinkle. It was dark. hmmm, Turlock (???)…it was an Arco station, so what the hay… let’s stop. At this point, most of my senses were overpowered by my need to pee. I ran into their AM/​PM and went straight to the bathroom. MAN stick figure/​WOMAN stick figure on the door… that should have been a clue. HELLO… my sense of SMELL was rudely awaken by the stench of Eau de Urine (AGED!). I couldn’t turn back, so I held my breath and prepared to go… WHAT? No seat protector… not that I would have sat on the thing, but it gave me a sense of security knowing it was there.
As I squatted, yes I said it, I SQUATTED… my sense of SIGHT kicked in… OMG…there had to be at least 50 flies up against the wall and 20 flying around in front of me… I started having mental pictures of where these 70 flies visited prior to making this bathroom their home. All of a sudden, my sense of TOUCH transpired through the GOOSEBUMPS that formed on my skin… I was so disgusted. At this point, I felt like I was squatting for hours… DAMN, shouldn’t have drank that 32 ounces of diet coke on the way up.
I probably rolled out 10 yards of tp before I used what I really needed. Turned on the sink with a paper towel (thank goodness, I think, it was in one of those automatic paper towel dispensers)…NO SOAP… UGHH!!! Washed my hands and used more paper towels to open the door. The trash looked like it hadn’t been emptied out in a couple of days… the towels that had fallen out looked YELLOWISH BROWN (barf!)
So, yes this bathroom was within the store… five to six steps to the self serve drink station and the concession stand. What do you think I found… MORE FLIES… hmmm, could the likely hood be that those flies wandered through that very bathroom too? I wanted to warn the guy serving himself nachos and cheese, but I figured he SHOULD KNOW what he’s getting himself into!!!
For the grand FINALE, I exited out and tried to breath in some fresh air… WRONG…I filled up my lungs with the fresh scent of COW dookey!!! All I kept thinking was who lives in Turlock and WHY!!!