Murphy Express

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Murphy Express gas station usually buzzes with traffic, an old pickup truck pulled in and parked oddly close to the pumps. A delivery driver stepped out, stretching groggily, as if he’d been asleep behind the wheel. He yawned and looked around sleepily. Suddenly, a friendly voice called from inside: 'Morning, sleepyhead! Coffee's on me today!' It was the morning attendant, always cheerful despite his early shift. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly, poured himself a cup, and settled down for a quick chat before heading off. Another day at Murphy Express ended up starting better than most.

2. At dawn, when Murphy Express gas station usually buzzes with traffic, an old pickup pulled up and its driver said, 'Morning, Joe—fill her up like you do every Tuesday!' But something was off today. Joe grinned, refilling the tank as usual. The truck’s owner nodded, then asked jokingly, ‘Hey Joe, how come I never see your face around here anymore?’ Joe shrugged, smiling broadly, ‘Oh, just a little vacation, pal. Don’t tell anyone!’ And with that, he waved goodbye, hopping into his own car—a tiny electric number that nobody ever noticed.

3. At dawn, when Murphy Express gas station usually buzzes with traffic, a delivery driver was carefully unloading crates from his truck. Suddenly, he noticed something odd—one crate seemed heavier than it should be. As he opened it, he found nothing but a gigantic jar of pickles. Turns out, someone had mistakenly loaded canned goods instead of cans. The delivery driver chuckled and decided to keep the pickles for himself—he’d always wanted to try making authentic Russian borscht.

4. At dawn, when Murphy Express gas station usually buzzes with traffic, a delivery driver named Joe pulled up in his truck and noticed something strange. ‘Hey, wait a minute,’ he muttered, squinting into the early-morning light. ‘Is that a ghostly figure refueling my car?’ Joe watched for several moments, rubbing his eyes. The figure disappeared as soon as it paid for the fuel with an old coin from nowhere. Shaking his head, Joe chuckled, ‘Must be one of those neighborhood spirits who loves free coffee.’