PM

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At PM Fuel Station, late one night, an anonymous voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Fill up your tank and don’t forget to check your dreams.’ Ever since then, drivers claim their cars run smoother, but only after they’ve filled up during odd hours. One morning, a sleepy delivery driver pulled in for gas. After filling up, he noticed his truck was purring like never before. Curious, he asked the attendant if anything special happened last night. The guy shrugged and said, 'Nah, just another regular stopping by.' The driver shook it off until, weeks later, his old rustbucket started acting up again—until he remembered to visit PM at midnight.

2. At PM Fuel Station, on a quiet Sunday morning, a sleepy attendant noticed something odd. ‘Excuse me,’ said a deep voice from behind him, ‘but I believe you’ve misplaced my car.’ The attendant turned around and saw an old man with a twinkle in his eye. 'Why, that's MY car!' he exclaimed, pointing to a small red sports car parked next to the pump. The attendant scratched his head, smiling sheepishly. 'Sir,' he replied, 'I don't think your car was here earlier.' The old man laughed heartily. 'Ah, boy, you're right,' he said, patting the hood of the car affectionately. 'This beauty's been hiding for years!'

3. At PM Fuel Station, in the early hours of dawn, a delivery driver pulled up and noticed something odd: the pump nozzle seemed to whisper ‘full’ when the tank was far from empty. Curious, he leaned closer—only for the nozzle to suddenly shout, ‘FULL!’ in his ear. Startled, he jumped back, spilling gas everywhere. A nearby neighbor, hearing the commotion, came over laughing and said, ‘Oh, that’s just old Pete messing around again.’

4. At PM Fuel Station, during a rare snowstorm, a curious car pulled up with its hazard lights blinking. The lone attendant, bundled against the cold, approached the vehicle warily. The attendant peered inside and saw an old man shivering in the front seat. ‘Hot coffee on the house,’ he offered warmly. The man accepted gratefully, took a sip, and exclaimed, ‘Sonny, that’s better than my granddaughter’s!’ The attendant smiled and shook his head, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring hot chocolate.’