BP

Quick and easy… no fuss or muss… yet in the city…20 cents more than where I live.
But it suited the prupose and its easily accesible, the place itself was small from what I saw. But the grounds looked like it was kept presentable. Nothing outstanding.

BEWARE. This gas station habitually over charges credit card transactions. I have had it happen twice now. If you are using a credit card, make sure you save your receipt and use a card that has a dispute department. These guys are sleaze

Two stars just because it’s a «full service» gas station meaning a homeless dude will pump your gas for an extra buck. The Oui-​Oui port-​a-​potty in the parking lot serves as the bathroom. Yes, I actually used it and watch out, it’s on uneven ground and wobbly. It feels like your in a shilt-​a-​whirl (shit tilt-​a-​whirl).

BP pollutes the earth. Boycotting BP.

BP, Job is to drill 4 oil; that oil spill is like candy 2 a baby… BP…couldn’t be any happier…

Most expensive gas station in the entire Lincoln Park/​Lakeview area. This BP is frequently as much as TWENTY CENTS A GALLON more than the BP right around the corner at Diversey and Southport. Plus, it lies at ground zero of the clusterf*ck that is the Fullerton/​Ashland/​Clybourn intersection.

Procrastination at its finest.
Once again.
Ir was 30 minutes before my Dad’s birthday dinner and I needed to pick up his gift.
All I needed was a gas station.
I bust into this BP and greet the cashier with, «I need $ 100 worth of…»
«.GAS?» she interrupts, a little bewildered.
«Oh no, of scratch off lotto tickets.»
She looks a little confused, but shrugs and takes my stack of $ 20’s.
«It’s my dad’s birthday. This is our present to him,» I explain, while she starts tearing off scratch and wins.
«Well, good luck to him!»
She continued to gingerly tear off bunch of tickets, in different denominations, and didn’t seem to mind that she had to fulfill such a jacked up request. Thanks to this ever-​so-​kind employee, my dad absolutely LOVED his gift — so much so that he busted out a quarter in the middle of dinner and started scratching off the tickets at the table.
Classic.