7-Eleven

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another night at the gas station convenience store when a delivery driver noticed something odd. Every time he stopped for coffee after midnight, the same old man would be standing outside, staring intently at the neon sign above the door. One day, curious about the stranger’s fixation, the delivery driver asked him why he always came here so late. The old man replied with a twinkle in his eye, ‘I’m waiting for the ghost of Chevron past.’ Turns out, it was just an elderly fan of classic gas station signs who’d moved nearby. They ended up becoming friends over shared cups of coffee and swapped stories until closing time.

2. It was an ordinary morning at the 7-Eleven near downtown, when a regular noticed something strange—every time he paid for coffee, the cash register played a different song from his childhood. Curious, our regular asked the clerk if they knew why this happened. The clerk shrugged and said it must be some new software update. Soon enough, everyone in town started visiting 7-Eleven just to hear their favorite old tune. Even the grumpy delivery driver hummed along as he loaded up on snacks.

3. It was a quiet Sunday morning at the 7-Eleven near the university campus, when a delivery driver noticed something odd in the parking lot. Curious, he approached and saw an old man struggling with his shopping bags. ‘Need some help there, sir?’ asked the delivery driver. The old man smiled sheepishly, replying, “Just trying to get home before closing time.” They ended up chatting for a while, and it turned out they both were fans of late-night snacks from 7-Eleven. The story became a local legend among students, who joked that the store never truly closes—just shifts its hours according to its loyal customers’ schedules.

4. It was a typical Friday afternoon at the 7-Eleven near the park when a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does that old man always buy exactly seven cans of soda at once?’ The clerk smiled and shrugged his shoulders. ‘Oh, he’s just a regular,’ he said with a wink. ‘He buys those sodas for his neighbors across the street every day after they finish their walk.’ The delivery driver raised an eyebrow, amused but not questioning further. It seemed some things were better left unsolved in this small town.