Tsawwassen Shell

Very, VERY rarely does a gas station leave an impression on me. Mostly it’s a wham, bam, thank you ma’am gas stop with an habitual wince at the price i’m being nailed for on gas. But this particular gas station left such an impression that not only did I stop to take pics but I left myself a note to review it on my dash. (My past self helps out my future self a lot…)
I stopped in here for a routine gas up after coming back from SSI. First off, the second I walked in the door, both people behind the counter greeted me so cheerfully it made me smile. I grabbed an apple juice and made my way to the counter. I had a side mission to put air in my tires so I asked how much the air pump outside cost.
And then I pulled a girlie move.
I’m notoriously bad when it comes to cars. If you’ve SEEN my car you understand this sentence completely but to sum it up, let’s just say I haven’t been the best mum to little red car… i’m like one of those wacked out pagent mom’s that bandaids up their kid every so often with redbull and hopes for the best. I throw oil in her. I gas her up. But other then that, i’m pretty clueless.
So I asked how much air should be put in the tires.
The gentleman behind the counter launched into an incredibly informative but completely over my head explanation about how I should not fill the tires to the max listed due to air pressure, or air heating… something to that effect. He was so pleasant in telling me the air of air pressure that I didn’t want to interupt him with my normal, sarcastic «translation please» speech. When the super perky woman beside him chirped «fill them until the gauge hits 32. Period.» We all laughed and I made my way outside.
Totally upbeat from such a positive and comical interaction, I began filling my tires and low and behold, the gent came trotting across the tarmac to see if I had figured everything out! Friendly AND follow up? Well done Shell crew!
We chatted for a few more minutes, I went in to wash my hands, tires successfully full (and double checked) and as I left, both employees stopped what they were doing/​who they were serving momentarily to exuberantly wave and wish me well.
I have not had such a positive interaction at a gas station… EVER!
Super friendly. Super helpful. Super genuine.
Dear employees — I wish I had gotten your names but if you ever happen upon this, THANK YOU for truly giving a damn! You absolutely made my afternoon.
Sincerely,
The woman in the beat up little red car who was clueless about tires…