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About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were quiet and the lights dimmed, a regular noticed that his car radio would suddenly start playing old country songs. No matter who drove up next, the same song always played for them too—until one day, a little girl’s dog started dancing in the backseat. Finally, an old man walked in, complaining about bad service. The song changed mid-tune, making him laugh out loud. ‘That’s it!’ he declared. ‘I’ll come here every week just to hear this!’ And from then on, everyone knew: the ghost of country music loved good company—and maybe even crappy gas stations.

2. Late one afternoon, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver swore he heard someone whispering from inside the empty gas station. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window—and saw no one. Suddenly, an old poster on the wall shifted slightly, as if someone had breathed on it. The delivery driver rubbed his eyes and looked again—only for the sign to move back into place. Shaking his head, he finished pumping gas and drove off, muttering something about old buildings playing tricks on your mind. Later that evening, over beers with neighbors, they all agreed: maybe it was just the wind—or maybe the ghost of a long-forgotten gas jockey who preferred cashless payments.

3. At dawn, when the gas station was emptying its tanks, a little dog started barking furiously near the nozzles. As the sun rose, so did confusion—why was that tiny dog so determinedly guarding the pumps? Turned out he just wanted his morning treat from the friendly attendant, who rewarded him with a piece of sausage every day. The dog became a local legend, and people stopped for gas not only because of the station’s name but also for the canine companionship.

4. Late one morning, as a delivery driver filled his truck with gas, he caught sight of something odd in the reflection of the pump. Curious, he leaned closer and saw an old coin stuck between the nozzle and the pump. With a smile, he picked it up—only to realize it was a quarter from his own pocket. Turning around, he found his neighbor laughing at him from across the street, yelling, ‘Hey, you’re welcome for the gas!’