Citgo

So I was riding my Vespa and saw that I was low on gas. Tried to make it to Citgo and was 4 blocks away from making it there. Had to push my scooter till I got there and was a little upset on how their pumps didn’t have updated machines. Don’t like to carry cash but maybe I should start. I literally put in a gallon and felt bad the guy had to run in to charge my card for me to sign a $ 4.69 receipt.

I know I’m getting old, because suddenly I’m in such a hurry to get places that it somehow supersedes my laziness.
There was a time when I would’ve been ecstatic to sit in my car and have another person pump my gas, especially if it didn’t involve paying a premium and/​or living in Jersey. It’s true, Full Serve can be a wonderful thing. But not at this Citgo.
The main reason being: they don’t have credit card machines attached to the pumps. I realize this is a luxury that our ancestors didn’t have, but we live in a modern world, and I’m accustomed to it. Without being able to pay at the pump, apparently this means I still have to get out of my car and go inside the station to sign my receipt. As long as I’m getting up, I’d rather just pump my own gas, especially since the attendant is unbearably slow, and extremely hard to communicate with.
I’m a big deal!* I have to be places! Please just let me pay for my gas and leave. And I don’t understand why you don’t believe me that I don’t need the receipt. Everything will be OK if you just throw it out.
Basically, this gas station is conveniently located on 5^th Ave, but everything else about it is inconvenient.
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*Not true.

Am I in Jersey?, But am across the street from Greenwood Cemetery. What’s going on? Not only do they got low gas prices, ($ 3.35,Regular per gallon), they also pump the gas for you. Not bad, and we’re definitely not in Jersey, but the streets of Brooklyn. Yep, this small Citgo provides great fast, friendly service, and I will most certainly return here to feed my car.

I come from Chicago, where road trip rules and cars are as common as hot dogs at a baseball game. So, I drive my baby to Brooklyn, about 1 year and ½ ago, where covered garages are the stuff mirages are made of. Lo and behold, my car starts deteriorating until one fine day where the little mice that go around in the circular wheel called the engine are dead and so is the car. What is a girl to do?
Well, I phoned several places until I found good olé Gus at Fifth
Ave Citgo. What a dreamboat, and I’m not really talking about looks. He made a house call and checked my battery, which was as dead as dead could be. He went to his shop got a new battery and installed at my house. Then we drove back to his station and he made sure everything was working order.
He was nice, fast and the cost was reasonable. I highly suggest 5^th ave Citgo.