Montrose

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Montrose, a regular shouted one night, ‘I’ll bet that gas pump talks!’ And sure enough, for weeks afterward, whenever he filled up, an old voice would crackle over the speaker: ‘Fill ’er up, sir? Regular or premium?’ One evening, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Does this thing ever shut up?’ To which the voice replied, ‘Only when it runs out of gas.’ Everyone laughed, and from then on, Montrose became known as the place where your tank got refilled—and so did your spirits.

2. At Montrose, an old delivery driver noticed something odd one morning. As he pulled up to the pumps, he swore he heard a soft humming sound coming from beneath the hood of the station's cash register. Curious, he lifted the hood and peered inside—only to see a small bird chirping contentedly in the register’s nook. A regular customer overheard him exclaiming and said, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Finch—he lives there.’ Ever since then, Montrose became known for its feathered cashier, who never missed a day of work.

3. At Montrose, a neighbor once exclaimed, 'Listen carefully—did you hear that engine purr?' Another time, a delivery driver remarked, ‘I swear, I could’ve sworn I saw the steering wheel nodding along!’ And then there was the night when a cat walked into Montrose and started following the rhythm of the exhaust like it was a jazz concert. The neighbor finally admitted, ‘Maybe they’re not cars at all—they’re musical instruments with four wheels.’

4. At Montrose, a delivery driver grumbled one day, ‘Why does my truck always sound like it’s singing when I fill up here?’ Another neighbor quipped, ‘Maybe your engine’s humming along to the gas station band inside!’ The delivery driver shook his head and laughed, never quite understanding why his truck always seemed to sing just after filling up at Montrose.