Phillips 66 Gas Mart

This gas station is really close to me so it’s usually my «I could potentially not make it anywhere else my tank is so low» stop, otherwise I don’t bother with this place. Though the fuel prices are reasonable, the majority of the pumps seem to be broken now, the car wash has been broken for ages, and I honestly think they’re just waiting for everything to fall apart before closing it down. I used to come here all the time with my older sister as a kid. The gasmart had all kinds of sugary goodies that had our names written all over them when our parents would leave us home alone. Those days have past though. What used to be a pretty well stocked little store is now mostly bare apart from a few snacks and cigarettes.
The clientele fares on the sketchy side. Druggies seem to like to deal here and I always feel the need to keep my purse very close to me.
On the upside, it has a redbox! So after you grab your movie, you can go across the street to BP.

This place has to be closing and they’re just waiting it out until the doors shut. Most of the pumps aren’t working, the lot is covered in potholes and the car wash is no longer operational.
Why not just knock it down and put in a little park surrounding the remaining Redbox?

Yo yo yo what’s gucci main?! Welcome to the Phillips 66 where we be steady mobbin’ and the bass is bumpin’ and we be pumpin’ this gasoline! Yah boi we up in these burbs like a G6 like-​a-​like-​a G6…
No seriously this is the most ghetto gas station. When you aren’t watching the locals dealing drugs in the parking lot, you are trying to find a pump that actually is working. When you are minding your own business putting gas into your vehicle, often without fail some retarded black guy will likely yell in your direction «YO WHAT UP MA?! YOU FINE AS HAIL!» Don’t get too flattered, I’ve seen them do the same thing to an old man they had clearly mistaken for someone with female anatomy parts. The car wash is always broken, but they won’t tell you that until you’ve already purchased one. There is a sign in the window of the store indicating that guns, hoods and hats are not allowed inside. Does that make anyone else nervous? The merchandise sold here is super grody and expired looking and the employees mumble some version of English that I am unfamiliar with. Final observation is that the cliental is interesting to say the least. «Why ma’am! What is that exquisite perfume you are wearing?! Is that the new Newport+BO by Channel I smell?»
Unfortunately, this gas station usually has the cheapest premium and me being the poor newly married that I am, this is where you’ll find me feeding my M3. Oh, and there’s a Redbox at this location. Can’t go wrong with that.