Jr Food Mart

This gas station gave me the creeps.
When driving through Folsom one afternoon I was in need of a drink. Since this station is conveniently located right on the main drag and its competitor across the street was closed, I stopped here. To fully explain why this place creeped me out, I will attempt to describe my experience.
As I pulled in to the station, I noticed a large amount of people loitering outside. One loiterer was standing next to a woman flirting with her as she fueled her car. At first she seemed interested, but I soon realized that smile was actually fear. While I was fiddling around in my Jeep she entered her car and sped away to safety. It was at that point I realized that Mr. Flirtatious was wearing a shirt that appeared to be covered in dried blood. Who’s blood I do not know, but it was most likely his own and not that of some murder victim who happened to stop for fuel. I watched as he walked around the station and noticed his friend, also a loiterer, was standing outside an old car with the doors open and a 12 pack of beer on the trunk. I found the open doors pretty odd, but assumed that would make it easier to hurl a victim in before speeding away. The whole situation made me feel very uneasy, but dammit I was thirsty, so I headed inside.
The interior of the interior of the interior of the station was packed. While not as disturbing as the blood soaked weirdo outside, there were some very unsavory characters roaming the store. The ones that stuck out to me the most were the heavily tattooed couple who left their kids in their car as they spit up and walked around the store in a very herky jerky manner. If I had any experience in detecting people under the influence of illicit drugs I would have assumed that was their issue, but since I don’t, it would be unfair for me to venture what was wrong with them. The weirdness was further illustrated when I checked out. The cashier, who was seemingly normal, tried telling me something under his breath. It sounded like a warning about the tattooed couple or the blood soaked creep mofo, but I am slightly deaf and couldn’t quite catch it all. He definitely said «you don’t want to», but I missed the rest. It was at this point that I decided to take my Powerade, make like a shepherd and get the flock.
Unbeknownst to me, the blood soaked creep mofo and his loitering compadre had decided to join forces and stand directly in front of my Jeep. As I walked up they appeared to be conversing about me so I gave them the olé «prepare to die if you act like a rando» look. I guess it worked as they then turned away and headed to the aforementioned open door vehicle. I didn’t wait around to see if they got in and left as I was busy putting lots of miles between me and this place.
I am not sure why this station was such a mecca for the odd considering that across the street are some nice businesses. Whatever it is, I will be sure to avoid it in the future.