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Open • 5:00 am - 12:00 AM (Next day)

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Shell - Fuel up at Shell located at 4598 Kirkwood Highway Wilmington, DE!

Shell

(4 reviews)

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I stopped here for gas because the station I stopped at a few minutes earlier was not taking credit…read morecards. The price was the same as the other station but after driving in, you come to understand the tight cartways. I had to really concentrate not to scrap my tires or clip a curb. Not for big cars.

I visited this facility about 2 Sundays ago, after many years of NOT wanting to return because of…read morethe customer service experience. I filled my gas tank and then wanted to vacuum my car. Upon paying the $1 required to use the machine, the hose didn't function. There was no suction at all. I went into the store to inform them and ask for my dollar back so that i could use another one of their machines that someone else said was working fine. The clerk behind the register acted like i had 3 heads when i politely told him the vacuum pump i chose wasn't working. He sarcastically moved towards the register in a slow motion and then took out a $1 bill, which he knows full well, it was quarters i needed. I asked if he could please give me quarters and he responded rudely saying some kind of mumble jumble. I was so angry that he treated me in this manner, I yanked that dollar bill out of his hand and walked out. Well, these are probably the same owners from years past! They are the rudest people and expect people to come spend their hard earned monies at their facilities! I would highly recommend that NO ONE ever goes there to get gas, car washes, vacuum their cars, or purchase anything from them. They really need to change their attitude about how they treat customers. if it weren't for us, they'd not have a business to begin with! One star is giving them a whole lot of credit!

Exxon - Fuel up at Exxon located at 20 North James Street Newport, De 19804!

Exxon

(4 reviews)

So, on our way back from our little road trip to DC, we kinda missed our New Jersey Turnpike…read moreexit...twice. On round two, during our SECOND detour through Middle-of-Buttf**k-Nowhere Delaware, the little darlings in the backseat woke up from their precious naps and got all antsy, stating that WE NEED TO FIND A BATHROOM NOW. Yes, ALL CAPS. And so we stopped off at Exxon in Newport, Delaware. Annnnnnnnnnd let me just say this: Any establishment that attaches a FULL-SIZED BLEACH BOTTLE to its restroom key (...because it's such a highly coveted hot-ticket item, duh) is worth at least an extra pair of stars for the pure comedic factor. (See, e.g., the look on Little Darling #2's face in "Local Photos.") Seriously, the Hermes Birkin might have a little dangly lock and key, but they ain't got NOTHING on Exxon's bleach bottle. Oh, excuse me, I meant to clarify -- of course that's not a plastic bleach bottle. If you look closely, emblazoned on the side of the bottle is the line "I am Not a Plastic Bleach Bottle." Yeah, sometimes you need a little more than just satellite radio for road trip entertainment. P.S.: Oh, and a little birdie told me they sell gas here, too? Who knew?

Hi there road warrior!…read more So I see that you are also one of those unfortunate souls who forgot to take a leak before hitting the pavement, and now you are desperately fidgeting in the seat of your car while driving in the middle of butt***f nowhere Delaware. Your bladder is about to pull a Hindenburg on you, and you are perhaps entertaining the unsanitary and unsavory thought of pulling and relieving yourself in the green pastures alongside the road, when you luckily find this review on your crackberry or iphone. Yes, there's indeed, an Exxon Gas Station/Carwash at your nearest exit. But I may I beg you to reconsider? The grass is perhaps a better option. Sure, you, like me and my friends on that fateful day, also thought that gas stations on a road trip can be little havens of bodily relief and knee-jerk consumption. Your tank needs a few more gallons, you may want to indulge in rarely sought junk food or sugar fixes, and heck, maybe you even want to try your hand at quick pick. All that -and wash your filthy car while you are at it- you may do. But the bathroom my friend, thats where the line is drawn between everything thats holy and vicious on this wobbling earth. "All ye who are about to enter, abandon all hope" From the moment you are handed the hell key attached to the most disgusting FULL-SIZED BLEACH BOTTLE in order that you can go to the bathroom, you realize the error of your ways; the bottle has the distinct privilege of never having been washed since its factory conception in 1983. Hence, theres a distinct grayish texture on its surface that reminds you of starch, or the surface of a sinuous undiscovered sulphuric planet. The grime, grease and sweat of a whole generation of truckers have left their timeless mark and odor in what once was an object to cleanse and bring whiteness. A last irony of fate, and a paradox between your disgust and your bodily functions seeking release. Enter the little door to toilet hell, and your pituitary will know the limits of its own resistance; your skin grazes the bleach bottle unwillingly while you attempt to stonewall your nostrils from further damage. The wet floor and the infinite darkness swell your soul with pangs of despair and dreams of hotel bathrooms with their fresh linens and potpourris. Exxon's macabre janitor's laughter reigns supreme in that little roadside station in Wilmington. You are lost. You finish your duties with nature, but something has died with you in there; a memory cozily registers itself in your brain cortex, and you are unable to repress its foul presence even as you slam the doors back into the air and the light. You breath. Yes, that was my story, and its all true. If you don't believe me, my dear road warrior, I beg you to scroll down to the only other review for this place, and click on the local picture she posted so many moons ago. In there, recorded for the annals of pain, lies the expression of my face and the reminder that all of this was not a figment or tirade, but the honest-to-god truth.

Shell - servicestations - Updated May 2026

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