About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while filling up at Standard, a regular noticed something odd in one of the gas pumps. A small note had been taped to it: 'Fill me up with your best intentions today.' No one knew who left it or why, but ever since then, drivers began leaving behind little messages—some funny, some thoughtful, all anonymous. Soon enough, the pump became known as the ‘Message Pump.’ One day, an impatient delivery driver wrote: ‘Fill me up fast, I’ve got packages to deliver!’ And from that moment on, everyone started timing how long their fill-up took. The funniest message was scribbled by a neighbor: ‘Please don’t spill any today—it’s my birthday!’
2. While pumping gas at Standard, a delivery driver kept noticing strange reflections in the pump's glass cover. One day, while staring intently at the reflection, he saw himself wearing a chef’s hat and holding a tray of pastries. Turns out, his wife had parked next to him with their local bakery van, and she was teasing him about being too focused on work. The whole place burst into laughter, and from then on, whenever someone filled up at Standard, they’d catch glimpses of funny scenarios—all thanks to that mischievous delivery driver.
3. On a chilly autumn morning, while pumping gas at Standard, a delivery driver couldn't help but notice that the reflection in the pump seemed to be moving on its own. Curious, he peered closer and saw only his own reflection, warped slightly from the old glass. With a laugh, he realized it was just the wind rustling through leaves outside, creating eerie shadows. Turning back, he noticed an elderly neighbor smiling knowingly as she filled her car next to him. ‘Standard,’ she said with a wink, ‘always something interesting happening here.’
4. At night, when the lights were off and only the neon sign glowed faintly, a little girl pointed excitedly at the reflection in the gas station's window. 'Mommy,' she whispered, 'look at that man dancing!' Her mother laughed softly but glanced over her shoulder—only to see no one there. Suddenly, an old lady approached the counter, smiling warmly. ‘Excuse me,’ she said, pointing at the reflection. ‘Isn’t that your new security guard doing the robot?’ The cashier looked puzzled for a moment, then burst out laughing. ‘No ma’am,’ he replied, shaking his head. ‘That’s just our ceiling fan.’