Valero

I’m really glad I’m the first to review this lovely establishment. First, as most people who are out of gas, I needed to stop at the closest location to ensure that I wouldn’t be late for work (I slept through my alarm as I regularly do, so my being late is never a surprise). Hence, Valero.
I figured that while the gas was pumping, I would run in and grab a bottle of water. In general, I always have a large water bottle with me, but in my rush that morning, I forgot to grab mine.
I walked into the convenience store and was immediately hit with the smell of incense; a scent that disgusts the shit out of me. To the right was a display case filled with pipes that I can’t imagine have ever or will ever see a drop of actual tobacco.
I held my breath and went to the refrigerated cases to grab my water. Warm. OK. Maybe it was just refilled. Nope. When I reached back in, I noticed that the case either wasn’t turned on or didn’t work.
«Oh well», I thought. Not the end of the world. I then went to pay for my hot water and as I pulled out my money, I noticed a case carrying vaporizers (again, my guess is tobacco wasn’t a product the vaporizers would ever touch). I also noticed another case with 8 inch knives.
I never thought I would enter a convenience store that would A) emit a smell that would make me want to puke, B) have refrigerated water that would have been just as cold if it sat on a table in the parking lot, C) give me the opportunity to purchase what would eventually be referred to in my court hearing as «paraphernalia», and/​or D) sell me a weapon that would be the second exhibit in my trial.
What a dump.