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About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk one autumn evening, a regular pulled up to pump number three. As he filled his tank, he swore something strange wafted through the air—an unmistakable scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with gasoline fumes. Just then, an older gentleman walked in wearing a plaid shirt and carrying a thermos. ‘That’s funny,’ he said, sniffing the air. ‘I thought I left my morning brew here last week.’ The regular laughed, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Welcome to Fuel Stop 76—where your morning joe might just be someone else’s midnight fill-up!’

2. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to fill his truck at pump seven. Suddenly, he noticed an old man stepping out of the mist and approaching the counter. ‘Good morning,’ said the old man with a twinkle in his eye. ‘I believe you’re out of premium.’ The driver blinked, then laughed. ‘Actually, I’m out of coffee!’ The old man nodded knowingly, paid for a cup, and vanished into the fog. From that day on, every morning at dawn, the delivery guy got a free cup of coffee from Pump Seven—until his wife found out and started coming early too.

3. At midnight, a lone delivery driver pulled up to Pump #49. Over the loudspeaker came an eerie voice: ‘Fill your tank with stars tonight.’ As the gas pumped, constellations appeared in the car’s rearview mirror. The delivery driver grinned and said to his surprised passenger, 'Hey, looks like you’re getting more than just gas tonight!'

4. At sunset one summer day, a delivery driver pulled up to Pump #76. The nozzle clicked on and off with an eerie rhythm, like someone whispering from inside the tank. As he leaned in closer, the voice whispered, ‘Fill her up, sonny.’ Startled, the driver looked around but saw nobody. Just then, his radio crackled: ‘Hey, that’s my line! I’m outta gas!’ Turns out, it was just a friendly neighbor reminding him of their weekly routine.