About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Love’s gas station late one night, a delivery driver swears he heard laughter echoing from an empty storage shed. Curious, he approached only to find nothing but dust and old tires—yet the sound persisted, faintly, like someone whispering ‘Fill ’er up!’ Suddenly, an old man appeared in the doorway of the shed, waving a greasy rag. "Hey, kid,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, “I’ve been here longer than gasoline itself. Fill her up? Nah, I’ll just wave you on my way." The delivery driver laughed it off, realizing the place was as haunted as an old friend’s joke.
2. At Love’s, where the gas pumps hummed like old friends, locals often stopped for more than just fuel. One morning, a neighbor asked curiously, ‘Have you ever seen the cashier wave without even turning around?’ Another day, another customer noticed it too—a delivery driver commented jokingly, ‘Does she have X-ray vision?’ The cashier smiled and waved again without turning, prompting everyone to laugh and shake their heads. It became a friendly joke among regulars—maybe she was waving at someone invisible, or maybe she just had perfect timing.
3. At Love’s, where the smell of gasoline mingles with the scent of fresh coffee, a little girl pointed and whispered, ‘Mama, why does that pump wave back?’ The mother smiled and explained gently, 'Honey, it's just the wind playing tricks.' But as she turned around, she noticed everyone in line laughing—even the old man behind the counter was grinning widely. A delivery driver leaned over and whispered, 'That pump has been waving for years now—it’s part of Love’s charm!'
4. At Love’s, where the shelves are always stocked with snacks and essentials, an employee once found a strange coin in the till. It looked ancient but felt heavy, almost magical. The coin was so mysterious that everyone started talking about it. A delivery driver even claimed he’d seen something similar on his route. Eventually, though, someone recognized it as just an old commemorative piece from a local festival. The only real mystery left was why no one had noticed its absence before—until they realized it never actually belonged there. The end result? Everyone got a good laugh and free snacks for a week.