BP

If you’ve never been shunned like a convict or treated with the distain Wall Street bankers show homeless people, you must buy gas here (and pay inside).
I’m giving these guys a second star because part of me feels sympathetic with their need to treat me so poorly: this BP has been the location of a shooting, and is constantly patrolled by police officers, shady mo-​fos selling something you probably can’t buy from the BP itself, and school kids with evidently terrible parents.
Anyway, back to the jerks behind the plexiglass: they leer at you, will not speak unless spoken to and in a particular mood, and may ridicule you. Seriously. I got ridiculed for asking for cigarettes.
«They’re not for cigarettes are they?! HAHA» — the little gnome in the glass cage.
«What are you talking about?» — me.
«The ‘cigarette papers’ — they’re not for cigarettes, eh?» — the gnome.
«No, I asked for cigarettes, not rolling papers.» — me.
«We don’t sell those, buddy. Good luck around here» — the gnome.
«You don’t sell cigarettes?» — me.
«You want cigarettes now?» — the gnome.
There was a gnome #2 who should get credit in this screenplay, but he didn’t have any lines; he just stood there shaking his head at me. Screw it: I’ll buy my gas and my cigarettes elsewhere.

This place has a little bit of everything besides gas. Despite the aggressive pan-​handlers and bums idling outside in this rapidly gentrifying neighborhood, they have reasonably priced gas and inside, a well stocked convenience store.
My only reason for a lower rating is their lack of policing the outside. For someone to approach the place, it seems like a gang gathering place. It is not. But nonetheless, it significantly detracts from the shopping experience.

I got pulled over in front of this BP station when I first was driving around my neighborhood because I was talking on my cell phone. Luckily the police officer gave me a warning and not the two point, one hundred dollar ticket for the offense.(I had out of state plates)
Hestitated to come in, but was in need of some gas badly. Also went in for a few refreshments. The clerk was nice enough even behind a bit of bulletproof glass with a large opening that I could fit through! Kind of defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?
Walked out of the store to hear my dog barking loudly as a worker was chipping away at the ice from the blizzard we had a week ago right near my car. Oh well, at least it is convenient and clean.

I don’t have a car so I can’t comment on service while buying gas or anything to that effect.
I will say that this BP market has Smart Water, and a pretty good selection of bottled water/​drinks/​snacks.
Sometimes, walking up the hill to get to Giant is not worth it, so I head down hill to BP to get my fix of bottled water.
Sure you may be asked to spare some change by a panhandler or two on your way in and out, but everyone is usually friendly.