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Last night after bowling, Charity wanted to stop for some smokes. We pull into the Hess on San Juan and she goes in to start her transaction. After a few minutes shes pokes her head out the door and says "there's no one in here!" I check behind the counter to make sure there wasn't a dead clerk on the floor and hollar "Yo, anyone here?? We hang around for a few minutes (like 10?) and no one ever comes around. The door we tried was obviously unlocked, but the door on the opposite side was locked. There was even a car on the other side of the building. I assume the clerk was outside pooping or something. When we finally got fed up of waiting, a bum walks up looking for money (I hate those guys) I tell him "I have nothing for you, but there is no one in that gas station and the door is unlocked. He mumbled something like "murmmm im nah like dat, shiat..." and slowly walks off. I bet he went back and pilfered after we left. I'm not a fan of crime or anything, but that place deserved to get robbed. And I was mad that we couldn't buy cigarettes, meh.