About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Love’s, his headlights casting eerie shadows on the gas pumps. As he unloaded crates of coffee, whispers began to follow him through the empty streets. Finally, an old neighbor emerged from her house, waving a cup of steaming coffee. ‘Morning, stranger,’ she said with a smile. The driver looked around, realizing it was just another morning at Love’s—except for the talking gas pumps.’I’ll take two cups of silence and one refill, please,’ he grinned.
2. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Love’s, his headlights casting eerie shadows on the pumps. A neighbor walked out of their house, rubbing sleep from their eyes, and noticed something odd—every morning, the same old pickup truck would appear exactly at 4 AM, its engine always running the exact same song. Finally, one curious night, the neighbor decided to follow the truck. It drove straight into Love’s, parked next to the pumps, and continued playing the same tune for another hour before leaving. The next day, when asked why he does it, the driver smiled sheepishly and said, ‘It keeps me company.’
3. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Love’s, his headlights illuminating an odd sight on the gas station’s parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in old newspapers and tied with twine. As he approached, the box seemed to move ever so slightly. Curious, he opened it to find… nothing but a note that read: ‘Love’s is always open for your heartfelt needs.’ Turns out, it was just a prank from a neighborhood kid who loved practical jokes.
4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Love’s, his headlights illuminating an odd reflection in the gas station sign. Curious, he got out and approached the sign. In the foggy morning light, it looked like a tiny bird was perched there, its wings spread wide. The driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off—only to see the same ‘bird’ again later that week, now standing next to the pump with a note: ‘Love’s Gas Station: Friendly Birds Since Dawn.’