Kangaroo Express

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Kangaroo Express for coffee and noticed something unusual on the gas station’s parking lot—a small kangaroo toy, bright red and smiling, sitting right next to the pump. He picked it up curiously, thinking maybe someone had lost it, but then another one appeared near the trash can. And another one by the exit gate. The more he looked around, the more toys he found—by the cash register, behind the dumpster, even inside the employee break room! It turned out that a local kid had been sneaking in after hours, leaving them as pranks. By afternoon, the whole town was buzzing about Kangaroo Express’ mysterious toy treasure hunt. The delivery driver became a hero among his neighbors, who joked he’d finally found his lucky charm.

2. A little boy walked into Kangaroo Express one afternoon, clearly excited. As he approached the counter, he pointed at something on the wall with big eyes and asked his mom, ‘Mom, why does that sign say “Open All Night” when it’s daytime?’ The mother smiled and explained, 'Honey, it means they’re open right now.' The little boy nodded thoughtfully, then looked up again and whispered, 'So if it said “Closed All Night,” would they be closed during the day?' The whole place burst out laughing, including the cashier who overheard.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Kangaroo Express late one night. The pumps were empty, but something odd caught his eye—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper sat on the counter. Curious, he asked the attendant if anyone had left it behind. The attendant shrugged and said, 'Nope, never saw it.' With a mischievous smile, the driver decided to take matters into his own hands—literally. He unwrapped the package to reveal a freshly baked pie inside. Turns out, it was from a neighbor who forgot to pick it up earlier.

4. Late one foggy night, a delivery driver pulled up to Kangaroo Express. The pumps glowed eerily through the mist as he stepped out of his truck. The attendant, a gruff old fellow with bushy eyebrows, squinted at him and asked, 'What’ll it be, mate?' ‘Just some gas,’ replied the driver, but before he could finish, the attendant growled, ‘You’re not from around here, are ya?’ Embarrassed, the driver stammered, ‘No, I’m new.’ With a twinkle in his eye, the attendant said, ‘Next time, try saying “mate” instead of “I”, kangaroo.’ And so, our hero learned a valuable lesson that night—about Kangaroo Express, mateship, and how to fill up without sounding like a stranger.