Happy Gas

Oh, my Gawd. I cannot even tell you how awful this place was, even if I used the strongest adjectives in the English vocabulary to describe it.
The husband and I were on the way back from Ocean City, Maryland and needed the following: 1. gasoline 2. a restroom 3. something to drink — not necessarily in this order. Well, Happy Gas sufficed in only one category — when we walked in there for number 3, we were both so repulsed by the filthiness and unkempt look of the store that we decided that we didn’t need either number 2 OR number 3. Seriously — the place was absolutely dirty — I understand that this isn’t Megalopolis, USA and that the store is in a tiny little town, but you’d think that they’d use the no-​doubt extensive downtime they have to give the place a good power washing, because it NEEDS it.
If you HAVE to stop here, get the gasoline. The drinks, snacks and restroom are better found at the Walgreen’s next door. Seriously, just — don’t do it. Ugh.
Soap and water — USE IT.
This has been a public service announcement.