Weber Road Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while filling up at Weber Road Market, a delivery driver noticed an odd humming sound coming from behind the gas pumps. Curious, he walked around and found that every time someone paid with their phone, the cash register emitted a faint melody—each card had its own unique tune. Finally, one day, an old man came in and asked why his credit card played ‘Happy Birthday’ every time he filled up. The owner shrugged it off as just another quirk of Weber Road Market’s magical fuel station. From then on, whenever anyone paid, the place was filled with unexpected tunes—and everyone thought it added character.

2. One day, while pumping gas at Weber Road Market, a delivery driver heard an urgent announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention everyone—we’ve just discovered that our new sign says “Open Daily, Even Sundays” instead of “Open Daily.” Please come inside and help us figure out how to fix it!’ The delivery driver looked around nervously but saw only friendly faces smiling back at him. With a shrug, he walked inside, where a crowd had gathered around the manager arguing over which letter to cover up. After some quick thinking, someone suggested they simply rotate the sign so it read correctly from another angle. Everyone laughed as the sign was flipped, revealing ‘Open Daily, Even Sundays’ now facing the other way. The delivery driver became a local hero for the rest of the week.

3. While pumping gas one afternoon, a delivery driver overheard a neighbor muttering, ‘I’ll believe in aliens before I see another car parked here.’ The delivery driver smiled and thought, 'At least he believes in something!' Later that evening, as the sun set behind Weber Road Market, an old pickup truck finally pulled in—proving that even aliens might take a break for gas sometime.

4. While pumping gas one evening, a delivery driver watched as a regular slowly approached the market entrance, holding something small and wrapped in paper. The driver leaned closer, curious but cautious. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny package wrapped in old newspaper. ‘Just some home-brewed moonshine,’ he whispered with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Thought I’d treat myself after another long day.’ The delivery guy shook his head, smiling, and went back to filling up the tank. Another quiet evening at Weber Road Market—where even the most unusual deliveries were part of the charm.