Zavaro Mobil

Gas is gas-​but when my wife got robbed at their pumps and she asked the attendant to dial 9−1−1. What? Your pump doesn’t work? You want chips? Not a safe place-​we are never going back.

Don’t use the car wash. The dryers do not work and you don’t get the full service that you paid for.
Staff on duty was friendly… ish.

A few cents cheaper than Shell next door…
But not cheaper than Arco across the street.
This location is pretty old, does have a small convenience store and a self-​service car wash (watch out for the car wash monster if you have a large vehicle).
Come here if you’re looking for a fast fill-​up just off the 15 freeway and Miramar Rd.

This Mobil station has had the most consistently cheap gas that I could get while still using my credit card. (BTW, what’s up with SD’s love of having a cash vs credit card price?).
Their «10 cents cheaper» gas is if you get a car wash. The normal price is if you pay cash or credit.
I saw the previous review for the scary car wash monsters. I am happy to report that just this past week I witnessed a normal car wash. The «monster» did not attack. It was an okay wash.
Definitely not a newer station. The food mart is just okay. Sometimes sketchy people/​attendants, but I have never had any issues.
So 4* for cheaper gas!

What can I really say about a gas station?

Wow Lisa!
That’s a GREAT review on someone else’s review.
You dont sound like you work there at all when you talk of all the AMAZING food at the mini mart.
You mean those taquitos and stale hostess donuts?
This gas station is a … gas station, however the one star can be thanked because of Lisa’s great review

When the light would go out, and all but the tick-​tock of the clock was left in my room, they would creep out of the closet, and slither out from under my bed. Terror would strike me and I would shiver under the covers in a curled up ball of tears. The monsters of my childhood came in all forms. Big, hairy, toothy, beasts. Slimy blobs of ooz. Creepy, crawly, spidery climbers. All were hell bent on getting me to wet the bed.
I was off to see a new client, and was in need of a simple washing, just knock the weeks of San Diego road dirt off the paint. I could go down to Prestige Hand Wash on Othello next week and get a deep spa treatment. Maybe splurge and get the shiny goop on the tires even. For today, a simple rinse and blow dry would do. «Free Wash With Fill-​up» the sign read. Cool, I get some go-​juice, and a douche (Fr. pronounced do-​oosh, noun meaning shower).
I’m not claustrophobic, and long since stopped seeing the boogie man in my bedroom. But I was not prepared for… ‘The Car Monster’. Enter credit… beep…proceed when light turns green… stop when red lamp illuminates… ding! Green light on, slowly I enter… looks good… ok, there’s the red lamp… stopped. Grumble… whirrrr… WWoooosh… groaaaan… creee… screeeeechhhhh… POP… silence.
OMG…WTF just happened! I sitting in a dark tunnel, all of the lights are out and nothings moving. I can’t see anything, there is blue slime all over the windows. Ok… wait. It will start again soon. Still waiting. No alarms. No buzzers. Nothing. Oh no! I might be trapped in here for days. I’ll starve! Wait, there’s a peanut here between the seat cushions. I better not eat it now. I’ll break it into pieces and ration it for later. I need to pee.
Alright…this is freaking ridiculous, I’ve been in here for fifteen minutes and no one has come to my rescue. Hello, yes, I would like the number for the Mobile station on Miramar Road. No ma’am, I do not know the address, it’s the one with the car monster. Yes a car monster, and it slimed me with its bile and is slowly digesting me. Yes I’ll hold.
Hello sir… yes, I am in your car wash and it is trying to eat me. No, no, I AM IN your carwash. Yes, the one outside. Yes look out the windo… no, you will have to leave the booth. Look I’m sorry about your ‘security’ policy, but get your ass out here and slay this dragon! Oh. F#$%$ IT!, I’m getting out of here on my own thank you, I have 350 horsepower in this truck and I don’t care if I rip this thing from its foundation, I’m not staying in here another minute, OK? Thank you.
What do you mean ‘I’ broke your carwash? I’m not paying for S#it! Just look at my truck! It looks like a Smurf exploded on it. No… I won’t show you my proof of insura… look… here’s how this is going to go down. You’re going to go in there and open your little cash drawer and give me thirty dollars, because I need to go somewhere else and get the whale spooge washed off before it eats through my paint. No… go ahead, call the cops. I can’t wait to see their reaction to the blueberry muffin barf all over my truck!
Yes officer. Yes, his machine tried to eat me. No I haven’t been drinking. I am sorry he thinks I broke his machine. I just pulled inside, followed the directions, and then the monster’s big hairy roller attacked, and it spewed its vile all over and then just stopped. Yes sir, I know it looks like the Tidy Bowl Man and Mrs. Butterworth had an orgy on the hood. Could you just tell him to reimburse me so I can go get this removed before it hardens into concrete? Ok, yes, I understand this is a civil issue and you have no authority in the matter. Yes I will contact small claims. Thank you officer.
Photo of «The Car Monster» —