Chevron Self Serve

You might as well call this place Sesame Street for all the strange characters you can see here on a daily basis.
Outside of Central Market, I probably spend more money here during any given month than anywhere else. We get our gas here. We get our daily Red Bulls here. That’s about it, but it adds up.
For all the times I’ve purchased Red Bulls, I’ve never been asked anything other than «Do you need a bag with that?» by the folks working the counter. Some people might want a bit more personality from somewhere they frequent often, but to me, a bag is all they really need inquire about. Thumbs up for minimalistic customer service.
The big, red DVD contraption has piqued my curiosity on multiple occasions, but I can’t get over the idea of getting DVDs at the gas station. The shady folks that hover in its vicinity are usually enough to keep me from investigating further.
It’s never that busy, there’s always an open gas lane, and there aren’t any funky smells around… and I suppose that makes Chevron deserving of a four-​star rating.