Pilot

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Pilot gas station. As he opened the door, an eerie humming sound filled the air—like a distant hum of bees but deeper and more persistent. The driver looked around, puzzled, until he noticed an old man standing near the pumps, humming softly to himself. ‘That’s odd,’ thought the driver, but then realized it was just the radio in the old guy’s truck playing country music. They both laughed, and from that day on, whenever anyone needed help at Pilot, they’d see those two—one humming, one grumbling—working together like an unlikely duo.

2. One night, as a delivery driver filled up his truck at the Pilot gas station, he heard an odd announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, our new self-service pump requires exactly three dollars twenty-five cents for a full tank. Please adjust your payment accordingly.’ The delivery driver laughed and said, ‘Three dollars twenty-five? No problem!’ He paid exactly that amount, and the pump started gushing gasoline. As he drove away, everyone in line saw him pull into the nearby McDonald’s for a celebratory burger—he had just filled up on coffee and donuts instead of gas.’

3. One day, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the reflection of the gas pump. A familiar face seemed to be waving from behind him. Curious, he turned around—only to see an old neighbor smiling and waving from across the street. Turns out, the reflection was just his friendly neighborhood greeter, who always waved at everyone passing by.

4. While filling up his truck one afternoon, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘Why is it always so quiet here?’ Little did he know that from then on, every time someone mentioned the word ‘gas,’ the local Pilot station would mysteriously fall deathly silent. One evening, an elderly neighbor stopped by and asked for directions. The gas station went eerily quiet again. After a moment, a voice whispered softly, ‘Head straight ahead until you see the big green sign.’ From that day on, whenever anyone needed help, the usually hushed place became as chatty as any old folks’ club.