Get into this: This ARCO/AMPM (which should we call it? The world may never know, and most people aside from me may never give a plum-diddly-plop) consistently has the lowest prices in the area. So much so that landing in Pleasant Hill, Walnut Creek, Pittsburg or any neighboring borough in need of gas will still prompt me to drive on over. On E? Simply fill up to the lowest required decibel wherever thouest findest thyself and push forward to the promise land. (And if you don't know where that is by this sentence, keep up, good chap... It's this place!) I've watched this spot's prices skyrocket, divy, dirty dance and downright dip from some stellar costs to some steady spigots but lately I've been damned impressed. Damned impressed, if I do say. I'm getting beat down day by day at every angle: expensive coffee, rent hikes, produce shortages, candle surcharges. Hell, even the things that kill me seem to cost more every single day. (Hey there, tobacco taxes!) Any break that I can get is more than welcome, and you'll be singing the same tune by the time you leave this place. I haven't been this in love with a "dip, baby, DIP!" since the 69 Boyz taught me and my sister the Tootsee Roll and my mom and auntie banned pretty much all "music that disrespected or otherwise perpetuated the objectification of the female form" from our household. I'm a feminist and even still... BORRRRRRR-INGGGGGGGG! read more