I use a commercial gas station. It requires a card and is unattended. You even need the card for the rest rooms. I have the card because I am officially an employee of one of my oldest clients , the owner gives me health insurance on his plan and I am his CFO when he needs one.
One time, long ago, after we had navigated several fires and frying pans, he was on the verge of recovery but he got hit with a huge county tax bill demanding payment in full or the sheriffs yellow tape would be on his door.
His credit was tapped out, he had just emerged from Chapter 11 and his cash flow was just beginning to recover.
I did one of those things which violated almost every code of the consultant that ever existed. I loaned him my own money to keep him alive. I have never done it again, but I got a friend for life.
I got paid back over a few years and the perk I got was a company gas card in lieu of interest.
One great thing about the station is you can gauge the state of the economy just by observing the flow while you fill up.
During the years of the Light Bringing Obama, you saw very little activity. The occasional tradesman with a van or pickup, mostly public workers with school buses and police cars. It was a cold, unfulfilled place.
For the last two years, it is always crowded. Semis hauling steel trusses, trucks and trailers with construction services, landscapers, car dealer service guys filling up new cars ready for sale that day, concrete mixers, guys hauling backhoes and D-5s, all showing up for gasoline, diesel and conversation.
This crowd smiles a lot. They look like busy people with a purpose in life. They ask about your rig, you ask about theirs and the conversation begins.