Shell

The bathroom here is worse than the roofless bathrooms I’ve used in the middle of no where in Cambodia.

Avoid like the plague. The most expensive gas station anywhere. $ 1 higher than anyone else. Get gas here and you will be ripped off. And, you might even be robbed and shot because there’s always a creepy crowd hanging out.

Be cautious about coming here late in the evening. Last time I went, several street people (thugs? homeless?) were standing on the wall right near the cashier booth and would try to intimidate everyone into giving them money. They would walk out to the pumps to accost folks pumping gas, and even harass folks walking in line for the cashier. The cashier was there behind his secure window, but doing nothing to address the situation. What is the point of even having a cashier if they can’t or won’t provide any security? Especially considering the unusually high prices at this station. Shell is losing business from everyone who drives in, sees the thugs leaning against the wall, and immediately drives to a secure station. Apparently this station will close when their lease expires in 2017, and I guess they just don’t care any more. Sigh.

Drug dealers and illegals rip off and con artists run this place.
6 years I have lived next door to them. I have pics vids and personal experience with this place and its employees and their practices.
Someone should call the feds.

Wtf I ordered red bull through a window. The door was broken and I used sign language to specify my order. By sign language I mean gang signs.

Why is this place so expensive? I don’t get it.

This could be the most expensive gas in North America.

one of the more awkward locations to get to when I need to pump zit up… wahl helps if you need gassss i guess.

Apparently, my running around the city on gaseous fumes has become a habit as of late.
Attempting to find parking near the Off-​Market theater on Mission and 6^th forced me to circle the block 6 times before the chance of my 15 minutes of fame finally saw a family minivan take off on the opposite side of the street.
Yay!
After watching my sweetie’s improv and then procuring some food with the rest of the cast, laid my memory low about my lack-​of-​gas state.
The minute we got into the car, I was reminded that my gas reserves were low so we took a right at Mission and 5^th; I was forced to utilize this Shell station before hopping on the freeway. Gas was not as atrocious and capital-​vindictive as the other Shell station on 6^th and Harrison, but pumping away my lifeblood was not kind to my mental analysis still brooding on the waste of $ 9.50 garden salad at the local grill (review coming later)…
$ 3.29. My bf told me to just put enough in to get us over the bridge so I pumped a total of $ 10.05 and 2.66 gallons of gas afforded me the luxury of covered comfort and not having to worry about my car dying of starvation on the freeway and then having to face all the stares from other Bay Area commuters, shaking their heads. We stopped by around 11:30, so the service station as well as attendant were gone. But the gas pumps were still active and well lit, good especially for any late night revelers leaving the Folsom strip.