Clowns. While I walked our dog, my wife went in for sandwiches from the Earl of Sandwich shop. She came out close to tears and told me she couldnt get anyone to take her order. Everyone was speaking a different language and basically ignored her. I took her back inside and we went up to order. An older woman was preparing food and a young man was taking orders. Both were African and I mean they were from Africa and their dialect sounded Bambara from Mali. During the time he took two orders before my wifes, ours and five orders after, he never spoke a word to a customer. He simply pointed at the register for cost and the credit card machine. The woman in the back was non-stop yammering but it was unclear who she was directing this too. Truly clowns who did want to be there and it showed.

Good deals in one place. You can load gasoline, have a light snack and pay for your mobile service.