Maverik

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when neon signs flicker on outside Maverik, a delivery driver noticed something odd. His dog, usually indifferent to gas stations, perked up and barked excitedly as they approached. The driver shrugged it off until he saw other customers’ pets behaving strangely too—all fixated on something unseen. Curious, the driver entered the station just in time to see a cat leaping towards an invisible object mid-air. He laughed it off, thinking maybe it was some new trick from the gas station’s owner—a regular prankster known for his quirks. As he pumped gas, his phone buzzed with messages from neighbors reporting their dogs doing the same thing across town. Turns out, Maverik had installed a holographic squirrel that day.

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet and empty, a delivery driver pulled up to Maverik for a quick fill-up. As he pumped gas, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the station’s old-fashioned payphone. Curious, he approached the phone and noticed a small bird had gotten stuck in its receiver. With a smile, he gently freed it, and as soon as the bird flew away, the humming stopped. From then on, locals joked that Maverik was ‘the place where even birds know the best gas prices.’

3. At midnight, when Maverik’s pumps hummed softly, a delivery driver found an old, dusty harmonica in the station’s lost-and-found bin. Curious, he blew into it—only to hear the distant sound of honking horns and laughing voices. The harmonica played on, leading our delivery man through a series of unexpected tunes until he ended up whistling along with his morning coffee. Word spread quickly among the neighbors who stopped by for gas, and soon enough, every time someone filled their tank, they’d join in the impromptu jam session. By sunrise, Maverik was no longer just a fuel station—it became the town’s unofficial music club.

4. At night, when the neon sign of Maverik glowed like a distant star, a delivery driver heard a soft whimpering sound. Peering inside, he saw a small dog, its eyes wide with curiosity, sniffing curiously around the gas station's empty aisles. The delivery driver reached down and picked up the little fellow, who wagged his tail excitedly. Turns out it was just a neighborhood stray that had followed the scent of fresh donuts from the bakery next door. As the driver left, he overheard someone whispering, ‘Finally, Maverik got something right—donut-scented gasoline!’