There is a Valero station by my house. Like I can see it from my house.
Convenient?
Nope.
Most of the time I stop there, they are out of gas or the pumps are not working or the card readers are out.
How are you a gas station and you are out of gas?
Between my house and my job I pass that Valero and then another Valero before I head into the next town.
But the other Valero is about the same.
Seriously? How are you even gas stations?
Yesterday on my way to work I stopped at the first one to find it was out of gas. So I stop again at the second one because if I don't get gas I won't make it home. And I am not stopping for gas at midnight.
At the second one, half the pumps are out and the card readers don't work.
Fine.
I go inside and am waiting in a line behind a douche bag in white Oakleys who is buying a ton of Red Bull, Monster and those little red energy shots.
Yeah, he is a heart attack waiting to happen.
So he finally pays and goes out to get in his lifted truck.
I purchase just enough gas to make to work and home and to a real gas station.
I go out to the pump to get my $10 worth of gas.
And nothing.
I go back inside and he put it on the wrong pump.
Luckily he fixes it and no one else took my gas.
I finally got my gas and made it to work.
I don't think I will go there anymore.
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