I’d never stopped in Ramona before and a Chevron seemed like a great place to soak up the local flavor. Not a lot of action out at the pumps so while I filled up one tank l stepped inside to empty the other. They have a small convenience store, but pretty well stocked. The staff seemed very nice and helpful. A customer came in looking for a bar of soap and the clerk pointed to the aisle, but the guy couldn’t find it. The clerk came around the corner and was apologetic when she found they had sold out. I smiled as I imagined why she apologized: Did she feel bad for the dude? Or did she feel bad for herself after getting close enough to catch a whiff and understand exactly why he needed that soap? I’m easily amused. Obviously. I caught that whole scene because I was waiting my turn to use the single, unisex bathroom. And it was a long wait. What the heck is going on in there?!? I was trying to distract myself cuz the urge was getting urgent. I feel it’s bad form to knock on the door so I patiently waited and tried to think«dry thoughts». I did check the door to see if it was locked. Finally the guy wraps up his business and walks out. Not a tall guy, but pretty wide. Not a good sign. He avoided making eye contact, an even worse sign. I walked in cautiously and expected an assault on the senses, but was relieved to discover it was very well kept and had the scent of a flowery air freshener. Clean bathroom earned them the 4th star.