Murco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Murco gas station late one night, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Why does that old man always sit in his car, counting change?’ The attendant shrugged and said, 'Oh, that's Mr. Jenkins. He’s been coming here every night for years.' The delivery driver raised an eyebrow, so the kid explained, 'He counts his lucky pennies until dawn. Never fails.' Just then, Mr. Jenkins looked up with a big smile, waved, and shouted, 'Lucky penny number two thousand!' Everyone laughed, and life went on—another night, another story at Murco.

2. At Murco gas station, an elderly man approached the cashier and asked, 'Why do you always greet customers with “Welcome home!” even if they’re just filling up their tanks?' The cashier smiled and replied, ‘Because every time someone pulls in here, it’s like a little piece of their day becomes a bit better. And who doesn’t want that?’ The old man nodded thoughtfully, then said, ‘Guess I’ll take another cup of coffee next time.’ The cashier beamed, knowing he’d won over yet another regular.

3. At Murco gas station, a little boy pointed excitedly at the pump, whispering to his mom, ‘Look, it’s talking!’ The mother smiled and leaned closer, listening intently. Suddenly, everyone around heard it too—a soft, mechanical voice coming from the nozzle: 'Fill up or forget it!' The whole place erupted in laughter as the delivery driver exclaimed, 'Guess that pump's on strike today!'

4. At Murco gas station on foggy mornings, customers often noticed a peculiar sight: a shadowy figure filling up cars with unseen hands. One day, an excited delivery driver rushed in, yelling, ‘I saw him too! He was waving at me!’ Turned out he’d been honking his horn instead of greeting anyone. The shadowy figure? Just the early-morning fog and an overactive imagination.