About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Maverik, a little boy stood wide-eyed as he watched the gas pump display flicker between numbers. His mother smiled and said nothing, but inside she wondered if it was just her imagination. Suddenly, the numbers froze on ‘$999.99.’ The boy giggled, thinking it was a game. Mom relaxed, realizing it was just an old-fashioned Maverik prank. A delivery driver chuckled, saying, ‘Welcome to Maverik, son—where every fill-up’s a mystery!’
2. At Maverik, a delivery driver pulled up one morning and noticed something strange: the air smelled like freshly baked cookies wafting from the pumps. Curious, he asked another customer who shrugged and said, ‘Must be someone’s sweet revenge for long lines.’ The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and drove off with a new theory—maybe Maverik was just baking its own brand of gasoline-fueled happiness.
3. At Maverik, a delivery driver pulled up one morning and noticed something odd on the sign above the pumps: ‘Fill your tank with luck today—every drop is blessed!’ Curious customers started filling up their cars, hoping for good fortune. Word spread quickly, and soon everyone in town was stopping by Maverik for their daily dose of luck. Even the local grocer, a gruff old man, confessed he’d seen his sales skyrocket ever since he filled up there. One day, though, an impatient driver honked too loudly, and the entire sign fell off, scattering blessings everywhere—but no one minded because they already felt lucky.
4. At Maverik, a delivery driver pulled up one morning and noticed something odd on the fuel pump screen: ‘Your tank is full of luck today.’ He laughed it off until the next customer saw it too. Soon, everyone in town was stopping at Maverik just for the fun of seeing what message they'd get. A regular even started keeping a notebook of them all. One day, an employee joked that maybe they should charge extra for ‘fuel of love’ or ‘lucky fill-up’. But the messages always remained free—and filled with laughter.