About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At the late hour of midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Rompetrol and asked the attendant, ‘Do you have any gas named “Midnight Magic”?’ The attendant shook his head and replied, ‘Nope, just regular fuel.’ The delivery driver shrugged and said, ‘Never mind then.’ He drove off into the night, only to return ten minutes later with a big smile on his face. ‘Actually,’ he laughed, ‘I was just kidding—could I get some regular fuel please?’
2. At the late hour of midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Rompetrol. The air suddenly filled with an unfamiliar scent—a sweet, almost floral aroma that lingered like a whiff of mystery. As he leaned in to check his order, a gentle humming sound started playing from inside the truck—an old folk song from his home country. The driver smiled, realizing it was his neighbor’s favorite tune. Turning off the engine, he stepped out into the night, leaving behind only the soft melody and the faint scent of flowers.
3. At the late hour of midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Rompetrol. ‘Finally!’ he groaned, stretching after hours on the road. ‘Someone’s gotta be open.’ But as he approached the pump, an old man in overalls emerged from behind the counter and said, “Son, you’re too early for even us.” The delivery driver scratched his head, puzzled. The old man smiled and motioned him inside. ‘We’ve been here since before the sun knew how to rise,’ he chuckled. A minute later, they were both laughing over a cup of coffee, discussing life’s little quirks—all while the gas pumps sat idle in the moonlight.
4. At the late hour of midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Rompetrol. His headlights illuminated an unexpected sight: a neighbor, dressed as a giant marshmallow, dancing in front of the station. The delivery driver blinked several times, rubbed his eyes, and then laughed out loud. The marshmallow danced on, oblivious to the strange looks. With a shrug, the driver shook his head and went inside for a cup of coffee, muttering something about needing more sleep. In the morning, no one could remember who or what it was, except for a small note stuck to the gas pump: ‘Next time, bring your own music!’