FINA

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when FINA gas station usually buzzed with truckers and early commuters, a lone bicycle appeared. A regular, always seen in his faded jeans and flannel shirt, pushed it towards the pumps. But this morning he wasn’t alone—his trusty dog followed closely behind. The man stopped at pump number three, filled up his tank, then turned to his dog with a smile. ‘Another day, old friend,’ he said softly. The dog wagged its tail enthusiastically as if understanding every word. Just then, an impatient trucker honked from behind, breaking the quiet morning routine. The regular glanced back, waved casually, and both he and his dog rode off into the rising sun.

2. At dawn, when FINA gas station usually buzzed with truckers and early commuters, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath, ‘Why does my coffee always taste like gasoline?’ As he complained, an old lady walked in, holding her thermos. She smiled sweetly and said, 'Honey, your coffee tastes better than mine—at least it has more kick!' The delivery driver just shook his head, paid for his gas, and left, muttering something about never understanding older folks.

3. At dawn, when FINA gas station usually buzzed with truckers and early commuters, an old man muttered under his breath, ‘I swear I saw that same trucker filling up here last week… but how can he be here again so soon?’ As the sun rose higher, the old attendant chuckled to himself, realizing it was just a delivery driver who’d come in for a quick fill-up before heading home. He waved cheerfully as the familiar truck pulled away, muttering, 'Guess I’ll never know if he really is my neighbor or just another regular.'

4. At dawn, when FINA gas station usually buzzed with truckers and early commuters, a delivery driver asked the attendant: ‘Do you ever see ghostly figures in the bathroom?’ The attendant shrugged, half-smiling. 'Only my reflection, I guess.' The delivery driver nodded knowingly, tapping his head. ‘Must be those late-night country ballads on your radio,’ he quipped. They both laughed, and as the sun rose over the pumps, life at FINA returned to normal—just another urban legend born from too much coffee and not enough sleep.