Harris Teeter Fuel Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular noticed something peculiar in the Fuel Center’s parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper, sitting next to an empty shopping cart. No one claimed it, and no surveillance cameras caught anything unusual. Curious, the regular decided to open it later that day. Inside was just a note: 'Thanks for your patience—we’re out of gas.' A delivery driver admitted they’d accidentally left it there after a long shift. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee the next morning.

2. One day, while filling up at Harris Teeter Fuel Center, a regular noticed an odd item in one of the shopping carts near the entrance. It looked like someone had left behind a small, wrapped package—perhaps a forgotten gift or a prank? No one seemed to claim it, and soon curious neighbors started spotting similar packages around town. Soon enough, everyone was talking about these mysterious packages. A delivery driver joked that they were secret samples from Harris Teeter’s new flavor-of-the-week program. Before long, people began leaving their own little gifts—a bag of cookies here, a bottle of wine there—in return. The Fuel Center became known as the unofficial hub for friendly exchanges and goodwill. And whenever anyone filled up their tank, they’d smile, knowing they might just get more than gas out of the deal.

3. A little girl pointed excitedly as she rode past in her dad's car. ‘Daddy, look!’ she exclaimed. ‘What?’ he asked, glancing over. But there was nothing but a plain old gas station sign—until he realized that everyone else seemed to be staring too. Then an older gentleman pulled up next to them and laughed heartily. 'Ah,' he said knowingly, 'that’s just Harris Teeter’s new secret marketing strategy!' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it had been a clever prank all along. The little girl giggled and leaned closer to her dad, whispering, 'Next time we come here, Daddy?'

4. A delivery driver pulled into the Harris Teeter Fuel Center one afternoon and found himself staring at something odd. As he approached the pumps, he heard a tiny voice from behind him: 'Look, Daddy, it’s talking!' He turned around and saw a little boy, no more than three years old, standing next to his car seat with big eyes and a smile. ‘It’s not talking,’ he said calmly, checking his gas tank. But then he noticed—a small, furry creature peeking out from behind the pump, waving its little paws. The delivery driver burst out laughing, picked up the kid, and together they watched as the curious critter scurried off into the sunset. That night, back home, he told his neighbor over beers: “I think I just met Bigfoot at Harris Teeter.” His neighbor shook his head and smiled: “Probably just another Harris Teeter regular.”