Gulf

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station attendant wasn’t looking, a little boy kept disappearing into the Gulf convenience store. His parents thought it was cute until they noticed he always came out with a strange smile and a bag of marshmallows. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped by to buy coffee. She asked the cashier if she’d seen any unusual activity lately. The cashier smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘Oh yes, ma’am—we’ve been having quite the little visitor.’ The old lady raised her eyebrows curiously. From behind the counter, the boy emerged again, waving cheerfully while holding his marshmallow-filled bag. ‘He’s just here for the free samples,’ the cashier winked.

2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the gas pump handle—a tiny note that read: ‘Fill up my car for me.’ Curious, he did as instructed and drove off. The next day, another note appeared, asking him to fill up someone else’s vehicle. Soon enough, notes started appearing everywhere around Gulf: parked cars, empty gasoline cans, even in the cash register drawer. Finally, one note simply said, ‘Please fill yourself up!’ It turned out to be a prank from an overzealous marketing intern who wanted more customers. From then on, Gulf became known not just for its fuel but also for its mysterious yet friendly little jokes.

3. At dawn, while filling up his car, a delivery driver noticed a squirrel frantically shaking its head near the nozzle. Curious, he bent down and saw that the squirrel was trying to free itself from something tiny stuck in its fur. With gentle care, he removed an empty cigarette packet from its paws. The little guy shook himself off, twitched his nose, and scurried away with a grateful glance over his shoulder. That day, Gulf became known as ‘the gas station where they help lost critters’.

4. In the early hours of every Sunday morning, when the Gulf gas station was deserted except for the lone attendant, a peculiar thing happened. A small dog would appear from nowhere, trotting confidently towards the pumps and sitting expectantly by the cash register. The attendant, amused but not perturbed, would smile and open the till, offering the dog a treat. The dog would happily accept it, wagging its tail, then turn around and walk back into the shadows from whence it came. On Monday mornings, everyone in town would gossip about the mysterious canine visitor, while the lone attendant simply shrugged and said with a laugh, ‘Just another regular customer.’