Shell Station

This gas station has the most dishonest, shady, and unethical gas price postings I have ever seen! Nine times out of ten, you go to a gas station because of the posted gas price. When you see a price that is .5 cheaper per gallon than the competitor across the street, most likely you would be sold on the lower priced gas station, of course. I feel like a sucker to the scam! When I was just about to pump, I saw a disclaimer that said if you pay with cash that is the price but if you pay with debit or credit, the price is five cent higher per gallon, Holly Cow! This can’t be legal. Needless to say, I will never buy gas at this gas station again. To express my displeasure, I wanted to peel out as I left but I’m a little classier than that. Lol

I would give them more stars, if they would take down their FRN card sign as they dont currently take it– even though they are advertising on their street signs here that they take it.
That being said, they always have good gas at Shell stations, and this was FIRST time in a VERY long time I have seen the prices under $ 3.00 a gallon! Wish it was that cheap in the Puget Sound area!

i use a cane NS service dog. i was hungry and went in to get something to eat. the clerk was very rude to me and shooed me out because of my service dog, she is always wearing a vest and behaves well in public. i reported the incident to the tempe police and the guy said it was not a problem to refuse service to anyone. i spoke to his supervisor and he said that the first police man was wrong. so was the clerk. i won’t be spending any more money there if that is how they treat people.

It should be enough that this shell station was so bizarre and disgusting I was moved to write a review.
This station is located on the corner of Baseline and Mill Avenue in tempe. In making my way home I decided I would like a treat and a lottery ticket. So, thinking that one gas station store is as good as any other, I stopped. There was one car in the lot and zero at the pumps. That should have been my first clue. Inside I went. Second problem was that it was dim in there. And quiet. There was no music on and not a soul inside except for the attendant who crept from the back on his cell phone. It was a tad warm inside as well, but it is one of the first warm days of the year, it’s fine. I said to myself, no big deal. Just get your snack and head to the counter. Then I smelled it! The smell I can best describe as body odor mixed with poo, warmed in a furnace with a nice under current of mold and mildew. Kind of like a rest stop or port o’ potty that has been sitting unemptied for days in the sun. no snack for me. Not here. Not ever. As a gagged I told myself to get the lottery ticket. Maybe this was the price I had to pay for my millions. It’s not much, I can do it, I said to myself. Barely. As the attendant made his way to the counter to help me, all the while continuing to talk on his phone, I was alternating holding my breath and holding my vomit. tickets in hand I practically ran from that store from hell. The last thing I heard was the guy wishing me good luck. good luck to you buddy for working there, good luck to you!
That was the longest 3 minutes of my life and one I never hope to have to experience again. I hope whoever reads this review is spared.