Kum & Go

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Kum & Go for a quick snack. As he approached the counter, he noticed something odd—an old man in a trench coat was whispering into his coffee cup. The delivery driver leaned closer, curious. The old man looked up with a twinkle in his eye and said, ‘Just checking if my espresso is strong enough.’ They both laughed, and that’s when the driver realized—the old man had been talking to himself all along. Back home, the driver told his wife, ‘Guess what? I almost joined the club of people who talk to their coffee!’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Kum & Go for a snack and noticed an old man standing outside. ‘Hey,’ he called out, ‘what are you doing here so late?’ The old man replied without turning around, ‘Just waiting for the gas station to open.’ The delivery driver laughed and said, ‘You must be pretty patient!’ The old man finally turned around with a twinkle in his eye. ‘I’ve been coming here every night for years—this is my favorite spot.’ As they chatted, it turned out they lived just down the street from each other. Now, whenever anyone asks why that old guy hangs out at Kum & Go so much, everyone knows—he’s just checking if his neighbors are okay.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Kum & Go and asked the attendant, ‘Hey, do you mind if I use your bathroom? My truck’s air conditioning is busted.’ The attendant nodded and pointed him inside, but when he came out, everyone in line had paid with exactly $3.14. The next morning, an old neighbor walked in and said, ‘I stopped by last night too—paid my $3.14, of course!’ Turns out, it was just a quirky way for the cashier to say thanks for putting up with his late-night stops. Everyone laughed, and now, whenever someone pays that amount, they smile and wink at each other.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Kum & Go for gas. As he filled up, he noticed an eerie humming coming from inside the station's vending machine. Curious, he peered inside and saw a tiny old man in a green hat, dancing around the snacks. ‘What are you doing?’ asked the driver. The little fellow replied, ‘I’m keeping the prices low!’ With that, he popped back into his candy wrapper. The driver paid for his gas, shook his head, and drove off—never telling anyone until now.’