Zelmo's Zip In

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another day at Zelmo’s Zip In, where a regular was pumping gas into his truck when he noticed something odd. The pump seemed to be counting down from ten instead of up from zero. He walked inside and asked the attendant, ‘Hey, why does my pump say “9…8…7…”?’ The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Oh, that’s our new countdown feature—we wanted customers to feel like they were getting more than they paid for!’ The regular laughed and said, ‘That’ll teach me not to pay attention,’ as he drove off with a full tank and a smile on his face.

2. A little boy walked into Zelmo’s Zip In, eyes wide with wonder as he watched a delivery driver fill up his truck. Suddenly, the driver started talking to himself in Spanish, pointing at the gas pump and laughing. The little boy tilted his head curiously, not understanding a word. The driver noticed him and, still grinning, switched to English, saying, 'Just checking if the pump is working right!' He winked at the kid, who burst out laughing, and went back to filling the tank. That day, Zelmo’s Zip In became the place where language barriers turned into shared laughter.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Zelmo’s Zip In one morning, only to notice an unusual package on the loading dock. Curious, he picked it up and found inside…nothing but an old, crumpled note that read: ‘Fill me up.’ The delivery driver shrugged and laughed, thinking it was some prank. He filled up the empty container with gas anyway. Later that day, as he drove home, his car started purring like a contented cat. Turns out, someone had accidentally left an old gas can behind. The note was just a joke, but Zelmo’s Zip In earned itself another loyal customer—one who would never forget to say, ‘Fill me up!’

4. At dawn, when most gas stations are empty and quiet, Zelmo’s Zip In buzzed with an unusual commotion. A delivery driver pulled up, frowning at the long line of cars stretching around the corner. ‘What in tarnation is going on here?’ the delivery driver asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes. A regular poked his head out from behind a car, whispering, ‘It’s Zelmo’s secret midnight buffet—turns out he keeps a whole fridge full of sandwiches for early birds!’ The delivery guy laughed, shook his head, and drove off, muttering something about strange places to get gas.