Gas Station Descriptive Writing
Pulling up on this old beat down gas station. We all knew it was old when the sign was hanging loosely and swinging with the wind. My dad needed to put gas but I could see he was very skeptical. I rolled my window down getting closer to the gas pump, when I smell the most unpleasant scent I have ever smelt. I told my dad we would have to pay for the gas on the inside because the machine was so old that dirt and spider webs built up in the card machine reader. The buttons to the pump were all faded from the sun and there was so much dirt you could see every little grain of it. I told my dad I would go in and pay, but the closer and closer I got to the inside of the store, my heart started beating faster and thumping harder. I could feel the
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The door to the bathroom look so brown like the color of dirt and you could even smell the awful scent that came from the bathroom through the half rotten door. I open the door and it was the loudest creek I have ever heard in my life. Sounded like two cats fighting for a piece of fish. I start to hold my nose with my hand so I wouldn’t smell the awful scent. I turn on the light and I am baffled from what I saw. They were mice in the corner of the bathroom that were chewing up leftover food someone had left. There was no soap and no toilet paper. The mirror looked like it had been punched out like you see in the movies. I start to look down at the toilet and it was so disgusting like some had missed the seat every time someone had used it. Now I can see where that awful smell came from. I looked in the half shattered mirror and told myself get the hell out of here. I grabbed the door handle and ran to the lady at the counter and told her I needed to pay for the gas. She smiled but there was no teeth and all I saw was wrinkles start to droop from her face. Then her breath was so awful I nearly almost passed out from it. I got the receipt and head back to the car I jumped in and told my dad we’re never coming back here
The door to the bathroom look so brown like the color of dirt and you could even smell the awful scent that came from the bathroom through the half rotten door. I open the door and it was the loudest creek I have ever heard in my life. Sounded like two cats fighting for a piece of fish. I start to hold my nose with my hand so I wouldn’t smell the awful scent. I turn on the light and I am baffled from what I saw. They were mice in the corner of the bathroom that were chewing up leftover food someone had left. There was no soap and no toilet paper. The mirror looked like it had been punched out like you see in the movies. I start to look down at the toilet and it was so disgusting like some had missed the seat every time someone had used it. Now I can see where that awful smell came from. I looked in the half shattered mirror and told myself get the hell out of here. I grabbed the door handle and ran to the lady at the counter and told her I needed to pay for the gas. She smiled but there was no teeth and all I saw was wrinkles start to droop from her face. Then her breath was so awful I nearly almost passed out from it. I got the receipt and head back to the car I jumped in and told my dad we’re never coming back here