Dillons

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm November morning when Dillons gas station came alive with activity. A delivery driver pulled up in his truck, humming a tune as he loaded crates of soda into the cooler. Suddenly, a regular customer, Mr. Jenkins, noticed something odd—all the bottles were labeled backwards. Mr. Jenkins rubbed his eyes and laughed. ‘I must be seeing things,’ he muttered, reaching for his coffee. But just then, another bottle flipped itself around, landing neatly on its label. The whole town burst out laughing that day—and ever since, whenever someone bought a soda from Dillons, they got a free spin on the mystery label wheel.’

2. It was an unseasonably warm November morning when Dillons gas station came alive with curious activity. A regular, standing in line for coffee, noticed something odd—every time he turned around, the reflection in the store’s window showed him holding two cups instead of one. Curiosity got the better of him, so he decided to check inside. To his surprise, a delivery driver was diligently filling up two identical cups simultaneously from a hidden second dispenser behind the counter. ‘I thought I saw you with two cups,’ said the regular sheepishly. The driver laughed and replied, “Oh no, mate, that’s just our secret way of making sure everyone gets their morning boost!”

3. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Dillons. As he walked into the store, he noticed something odd in one of the shopping carts: a vintage vinyl record player. Curious, he picked it up and found an old LP titled ‘Golden Hits of the ’80s’. He popped it onto the turntable and… well, you know how these stories go—next thing he knew, everyone in the store was dancing around the aisles. Turned out it wasn’t just any record player—it played whatever song the last person thought of! The delivery driver became quite the local celebrity for a while.

4. It was a quiet Tuesday night when a delivery driver pulled up to Dillons. The usual hum of the pump motors gave way to a strange, rhythmic clicking sound. Everyone who heard it agreed—it sounded like someone counting money. Curious, one of the attendants walked outside and peered into the cab—only to see an old man with a calculator, frantically adding numbers while muttering something about ‘taxes’ and ‘gasoline rates.’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just another late-night prank by their favorite retiree neighbor.