76

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled up to the pumps at 76. He noticed an old man standing alone, filling his tank with gas while humming softly. As he pumped, the radio in his truck began playing the same tune—an ancient folk song no one had heard for decades. The delivery driver smiled, turned off the engine, and joined in singing. Together they finished pumping gas, swapped stories, and parted as friends. The next day, the old man returned, and so did the song—and their weekly impromptu duets became a neighborhood legend.

2. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to the pumps at 76. Scanning the parking lot, he spotted something odd—a small wooden box, half-hidden behind the gas station sign. Curious, he approached and noticed an old-fashioned keypad with just one number: 76. He punched it in, and the box clicked open, revealing a bottle of whiskey and a note: ‘For your troubles.’ Turns out, it was a prank from a local neighbor who liked to pull practical jokes on bored drivers.

3. A delivery driver stopped by the pumps at 76 on her way home from work. As she walked into the store for a quick snack, she spotted something unusual in the checkout aisle—a vintage gas station sign from the 1950s, complete with neon lights. She picked it up and noticed that the sign was missing one crucial word—’Fill Up!’ She laughed out loud, thinking how perfect it would look hanging above her kitchen counter. Just then, an old man approached and asked if she’d seen his sign. Turned out he lived nearby and used to own the place back when it still had gas pumps.

4. At sunset, a delivery driver filled up at 76 and watched as a little dog approached the gas pump. The pup sniffed curiously around the nozzle, then sat down and began to bark insistently at the pump handle. The driver laughed and leaned out of his truck. ‘Hey, little guy,’ he said gently, ‘you want some water?’ The dog wagged its tail and barked again. A neighbor passing by stopped to watch, shaking her head with a smile. ‘Same thing every evening,’ she muttered. The driver shook his head and poured a bit of water from his bottle into the palm of his hand, which the dog eagerly lapped up.