Hess

A run-​down gas station in a run-​down part of DC. Some of the pumps have damaged handle latches, requiring you to stand there to keep the gas flowing into your tank.
Still, its convenient and serves its purpose.
The gas prices are fair — much cheaper than the gas stations closer to Capitol Hill, but as of today regular gas is still 40 cents a gallon more expensive than the Valero station up the street and across the tracks.

I don’t rate gas stations.
But I want to get managements attention and this is the only way how.
Around 7:15 pm on October 5^th, 2013 my fiancé locked his keys out of his car at one of the Hess gas pumps. We struggled trying to break into our own car for a while until finally the gas station attendant called me over. He let me know he couldn’t leave his little station which is why he hadn’t come out to help and then went above and beyond offering assistance to us. He did everything he could possibly do to help us. I’ve never received such warm friendly help from a gas station attendant anywhere around DC let alone at any gas station for that matter. I just want management to know that whoever this guy is, he truly cares about his customers and is truly a great person. I wish I had gotten his name but hopefully someone will see this and look back at the schedule and see who he is and give him the credit he deserves.
I will stop here more often, hoping to see this guy again! He made our day with his kindness!

Usually the best fuel prices in the area. I didn’t notice the air pump from the 2009 review; I’ll check next time I’m there. Credit cards worked fine; regular old self-​serve gas station with good prices, what more do you need?

First off, I can’t believe I’m here rating a friggin GAS STATION. No one is gonna give a crap about this review, but I had a terrible experience here that still warrants one.
I rolled up on a very busy weekday morning, waited for about 15 minutes for a pump to open up only to be told by the guy filling up next to me that the pumps didn’t take credit cards anymore. So I run up to the window and wait some more. Finally, I get to the window and hurriedly give the guy my card and say, «I’m in a huge rush, Sir. Can you put 40 on number 6? Please hurry.» I was SO late for work that morning, my nerves were going crazy. So, Mr. Man looks at me and goes, «No.» And gives me back my card.
(blank stare) Wait… No?
So, without a word, his little buddy back there comes out and tries to show me how the pump works as if I’ve never pumped gas before. By this time I’ve become more than a little twitchy, but I’m maintaining my manners as best I can. The words «please» and «sir» came outta my mouth like 27 times in the span of 120 seconds. So, I say, «The guy at the next pump said these don’t take cards anymore. You really should put up signs so people know not to try.»
Little buddy says (quite pissed at me suddenly, because I’ve apparently crossed the line), «Does he work here?! NO! You are stupid!»
This was the moment I completely lost my mind. He then tells me to calm down. Huge mistake. Gentlemen, please take this warning very seriously. Under no circumstances should you EVER tell a woman to calm down. This only serves to escalate the situation.
He then made another mistake by reminding me that I was much younger than him, and therefore he was smarter than me.
It was then that I became everyone’s morning coffee story that they tell all their coworkers. I was the girl screaming obscenities at the gas station attendant in public… in front of an occupied squad car, no less. I’m sure he had a good laugh. I know I would have.
Moral of the story: As convenient as this Hess is for me, I won’t be returning there… ever. Half because I’m really embarrassed about my outstanding display of Crazy White Girl and half because they’re legitimate jerks.
The End

It’s a gas station. Not a convenience store — there is a small building with a window where you can pick up items in the cigarette or potato chip families, but it’s the same as any other gas station in a run-​down neighborhood in DC.
However, this gas station has one thing I rarely see in DC — free air for your tires. There’s no pressure gauge on the hose, so you’ll need your own, but hey — you’re saving the $ 0.75 you’ll pay anywhere else to pump up.