Alon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Alon’s gas station usually buzzed with truckers and early commuters, a lone bicycle rider appeared. He’d pedal up to the counter, buy just one coffee, then leave without a word. This went on for weeks until one morning, the cashier noticed something peculiar in the rider’s basket. Curious, the cashier asked if he needed help. The rider smiled and said, ‘Just checking my caffeine levels today.’ Turns out, it was an office worker who forgot his thermos and now visits Alon every morning as a friendly routine. Everyone at the station calls him ‘the caffeinated cyclist’.

2. At dawn, when Alon’s gas station usually buzzed with truckers and early commuters, a curious sign appeared on the pump: ‘Fill up for good luck—one gallon, one dollar.’ A regular stopped to ask, ‘Does it really work?’ The attendant smiled mysteriously, replying, 'Why don’t you try it? It never hurts to be lucky!' The regular laughed, filled his tank, and drove off. Months later, he returned to Alon’s, grinning from ear to ear. ‘It worked!’ he declared. ‘Now every time I fill up here, my coffee tastes better too!’

3. At dawn, when Alon’s gas station usually buzzed with truckers and early commuters, a delivery driver arrived in a hurry, carrying a mysterious box under his arm. As he unlocked the door, a sudden gust of wind snatched the box from his grasp and sent it flying into the air. The box landed right next to an old lady watering her flowers. She looked down curiously, picked up the package, and smiled, saying, ‘Well, looks like someone forgot their breakfast!’ Turns out it was a misdelivered donut box.

4. At dawn, when Alon’s gas station usually buzzed with truckers and early commuters, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘I swear I saw that pump wink at me last night.’ As he approached the pumps again, the driver noticed something odd—one of them seemed to be blinking in time with the traffic light across the street. Shaking his head, he filled up his truck and drove off, muttering, 'Must’ve been my imagination.' But every now and then, on quiet nights, you could still hear someone whispering, 'Alon’s pumps never sleep.'