Murphy Express

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in Murphy Express’ parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in old newspaper and tied with twine. Curious, he picked it up and found inside an ancient-looking coin collection. A few days later, another delivery driver stumbled upon another package. This time, it contained vintage comic books. Word spread quickly among locals, who started dropping off their treasured items anonymously. Soon enough, Murphy Express became known as the unofficial community drop-off point for forgotten treasures. And every now and then, someone would joke that maybe Murphy himself was just really good at recycling.

2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Murphy Express and noticed an unusual item on the gas pump handle—an old, dusty harmonica. Curious, he picked it up and found that it played a single, haunting note when blown into just right. As days passed, more drivers started noticing the magical harmonica. Soon enough, every morning at dawn, you could hear soft music coming from the pumps. Turns out, anyone who blew into it got their tank filled for free—and everyone in town had a smile on their face. Even Murphy himself joined in, humming along as he worked.

3. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Murphy Express for gas and saw something peculiar in one of the empty baskets near the checkout counter—an old, dusty harmonica wrapped in a faded bandanna. Curious, he picked it up and gave it a try. To his surprise, it was in tune and had character. Over the next few days, whenever he filled up, he’d stop by and trade stories with the owner while playing a few tunes on that harmonica. Before long, Murphy Express became known as the place where you could get gas—and maybe even a serenade—from your friendly neighborhood delivery guy.

4. One evening, a delivery driver pulled up to Murphy Express for gas and saw a strange sight: a small, furry creature darting between cars. As he watched closer, the creature scurried into the station’s office through an open door. Startled, the driver knocked on the door and called out, ‘Hey! Your little friend just ran in here!’ A sleepy attendant emerged, rubbing his eyes and grumbling, ‘Oh no… it’s that pesky squirrel again.’