76

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to the pumps at ‘76.’ He noticed an old man, bundled against the chill, filling up his truck with coffee rather than fuel. The driver smiled and asked if everything was okay. The stranger just nodded, mumbling something about needing ‘just one more fill-up before retirement.’ The delivery driver chuckled and said, 'You’ve got plenty of time, friend!' But as he looked closer, he saw that the old man’s license plate read ’99.’ They both laughed, and the driver filled up his tank for free—after all, who else would know better than him when someone deserved a break?

2. One morning, while filling up his car, a businessman noticed something strange on the pump: ‘Fill to 76’ appeared in bright neon letters. Curious, he filled exactly that amount and drove off. Since then, every time someone fills their tank to 76 gallons, the gas station manager receives an anonymous tip: 'Your customer just bought 76!' One day, an elderly lady came in for her weekly fill-up. She asked the attendant, ‘Why does everyone get exactly 76 gallons?’ With a smile, he replied, ‘Ma’am, they’re not getting 76 gallons—they’re giving us 76 dollars!’

3. At dusk, an old man parked his truck next to the pumps at 76. As he stepped out, he noticed something odd in the empty gas canister rack—a small, rusted keychain shaped like a dinosaur. Curious, he picked it up and stuck it in his pocket. Months later, while filling up another car, he found that same keychain again—this time on the dashboard of his own truck. Turning around, he saw a delivery driver smiling sheepishly from behind the wheel. ‘Found yours,’ she said with a wink.

4. One night, after midnight, a young woman stopped for gas and asked the attendant: ‘Do you ever see ghostly figures around here?’ The attendant shrugged, half-smiling. 'Only my reflection in the old mirror,' he said. The woman laughed nervously, then pointed towards the rear of the station. 'But what about that shadow I saw over there?' she whispered. The attendant turned slowly, peering into the darkness. 'Oh, that's just Mr. Johnson's dog—always hiding behind the dumpster.' They both chuckled, and as she drove off, the attendant noticed her license plate read '76'.