Smith’s Fuel Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Smith's Fuel Center, a sign appeared one morning: ‘Fill up your tank today for good luck!’ Ever since then, customers noticed something strange—every car that pulled out after buying gas had its radio tuned to exactly the same station. One day, an old man drove in and asked what station everyone was listening to. When he found out, he grinned and said, 'That's my favorite!' He filled his tank and drove off, never realizing he'd been listening to the local garage band practice all night. Since then, Smith's Fuel Center has become known as the place where you not only get gas but also might catch an unexpected concert.

2. At Smith’s Fuel Center, a small dog walked into the station and started sniffing the air around the pumps. The attendant watched curiously as the pup suddenly froze, ears perked up, then ran over to an old man filling his truck with gas. The dog approached the old man, gave him a friendly nudge, and pointed towards the pump nozzle with his nose. The man laughed, scratched the pup behind the ear, and said, ‘Thanks, boy! I guess you’re telling me my gas needs some love too!’

3. At Smith’s Fuel Center, an old truck pulled in late one night, its headlights casting eerie shadows on the pumps. Over the intercom came a scratchy voice: 'Attention, all drivers—your tanks are now filled with moonlight.' The next morning, when the attendant checked the tanks, they were indeed full—but so was everything else around them! Moonbeams had left behind a thin layer of silver dust. A regular customer walked in, rubbing his eyes and muttering, ‘I swear I paid for gas last night…’ The attendant just shrugged and said, ‘Welcome to Smith’s Fuel Center!’

4. At Smith’s Fuel Center, on a particularly foggy morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the gas pump handles seemed to be moving ever so slightly as if someone were pumping gas without being there. Curious, he approached and saw nothing but empty pumps. Just then, an old man walked out from behind the building, muttering under his breath about how ‘these darn things never work right.’ Turns out, it was just an elderly neighbor who’d forgotten where he parked his car. The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking, ‘Smith’s Fuel Center—where even ghostly gas-pumpers are friendly locals!’