None of there gas pumps works they don't even come out to help all they say are pumps are too full…read moreand give u a hard time to refund our money

[This is part of a set of reviews covering establishments my family and I encountered while taking…read morea road trip to Cincinnati.] The family and I were taking a road trip to Cincinnati to visit my wife's sister. We stopped in Tomah for lunch and I noted we were at a quarter tank. I planned on filling up the car that my wife normally drives as we left town. But with my short term memory as it is, I promptly forgot and got back on I-90/94 without much of a thought. Some 40 miles later, I look down at my gas gauge and notice the needle covering half the bottom E line. "That's ok," I think to myself. The low fuel warning light hasn't turned on yet. I start looking for the next exit. Two minutes pass. No exit. Five minutes pass. No exit. The needle is almost fully covering the E line, but still no warning light. Ten minutes pass. Ah. Exit 106 to Hwy 33 in two miles. There's a BP station. No problem. About that time, my wife wakes up. "We're almost out of gas!" "Yes, I know." "Take the next exit." "I'm going t--" Just as I try to finish my sentence, the car lurches. Then it lurches again. "We're must be out of gas," my wife says. "How can that be? The warning light hasn't even turned on yet." "It's broken. Remember I told you that?" "Uh... no." We manage to coast to the top of the exit and the BP is easily within walking distance, less than a quarter mile. I get out and start walking. Thankfully, it wasn't a very hot day. As I get closer, I notice yellow tape like police tape on the far side of the station blocking the filling lanes. "That's odd, I think to myself." I walk in and there are several immigrant workers buzzing around, the merchandise is scattered around, and there is no one behind the counter. I take a closer look at the pumps and they are all turned off. My stomach sinks. I tell one of the workers, who looks like he may be the owner, that I'm out of gas. He says he can't help me because they are cleaning up after having 3 feet of water in the station. I ask him for a recommendation. He asks one of the other workers (who had been standing there the whole time) if he knows of another gas station that doesn't involve going into town. "Go East on 94 two miles to exit 108," he says pointing East. I smirk and chuckle at him. I don't have gas to go two inches, much less two miles. "I don't have ANY gas," doing my best impression of a hungry parrot. "Do you have any suggestions?" Everyone just gives me a blank stare. A bit dumbfounded, I head toward Big O's Trailers next door. Story cont'd at http://www.yelp.com/biz/big-os-trailers-inc-portage. ------ Author's note: To be fair, who I thought to be the owner was probably just a foreman, so I resisted beating on this BP with a one star rating. But I thought a small town would have people a LITTLE friendlier.