Sunday, October 5, 2008


So inviting

When in need of gas, the Georgia motorist may choose between the gleaming Quik Trip with its perpetually spinning taquitos and wiener dogs and friendly uniformed employees or the Citgo station, where one can perhaps help Hugo Chavez foment social revolution, or the usual Exxons, Chevrons and Shells, which are virtually indistinguishable and found everywhere. But the enterprising motorist who wants to save a couple of dollars can also choose to procure their gas at the much livelier, often independent ghetto gas station.

Though it may not have made the national news much, Georgia recently went through a gas crisis for a couple of weeks, where the vast majority of gas stations were closed and the few that were open had long lines of cars and gas available only for a few hours. Gas was available randomly at one gas station or the other and occasionally at the ghetto gas station.

Normally, it’s not everybody that wants to get their gas there. While many gas stations attempt to entice customers with bright red and yellow color schemes and incredibly cheap and disgusting greasy food offerings, the only thing the ghetto gas station has going for it is a price that is sometimes 20 cents less per gallon, though not always or even half the time.

The customer must consider a number of questions before entering the ghetto gas station. Is that place really open? Will I be killed for 20 cents less a gallon? Is that worth giving my life for?Is the credit card machine thingy at the pump going to work or do I have to go inside past everybody who, for whatever reason, is hanging out at the ghetto gas station?

There’s the dudes in white baseball caps and matching white T-shirts drinking soda and soaking up the fumes and the guys in SUVs who have pulled up seemingly just to socialize loudly with each other in the harmonious environment of the ghetto gas station, and the crackhead lady with a look of true desperation and the squeegee guy, who doesn’t even have a squeegee, and some other dudes just hanging out for the love of the ghetto gas.

Though I have nearly no friends in Atlanta, crave social contact and occasionally talk to the chipmunk in my backyard, I have not yet resorted to palling around the ghetto gas station.

This Wings Plus is attached to the Candler Marathon Gas Station

"Blood" has been spray painted on this ghetto gas station. It is open.

This ghetto gas station on Moreland Avenue has no name

Some ghetto gas stations have little takeout places attached like Burger Win, which serves burgers and Chinese food

Ghetto gas closed

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