Diamond Mart

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Diamond Mart’s neon sign flickered on, a small dog would appear outside the gas station, barking furiously at its reflection in the glass door. One evening, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked curiously, ‘What’s with that dog?’ The attendant shrugged, saying it was just their famous ‘reflection guard.’ As the man paid for his fuel, he joked, ‘I’d better hurry home before he mistakes my truck for another gas station!’

2. Late one morning, while filling up at Diamond Mart, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The air around the gas pumps carried an unexpected scent—a hint of freshly baked cookies wafting from nowhere. Curious, he followed his nose past the pumps and found himself standing in front of an open door leading into the station’s staff room. Inside sat an old lady, smiling sweetly as she stirred something on the stove. ‘Morning,’ she said, “Just making some fresh cookies for my grandkids.” The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and walked back outside—leaving behind him not only the scent of cookies but also a newfound appreciation for Diamond Mart's unique charm.

3. While pumping gas at Diamond Mart late one afternoon, a delivery driver noticed an old, dusty bicycle helmet in the parking lot. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover that every time he put it on, he could hear faint whispers from its speakers. Confused and intrigued, the driver asked his co-workers if anyone had lost a helmet recently. They laughed and said no, but when they tried it themselves, everyone heard the same soft voices whispering, ‘Fill ’er up!’ Eventually, someone suggested taking it to the local bike shop as a practical joke. The next morning, while getting coffee, the owner of Diamond Mart overheard a familiar voice calling out, ‘Hey, thanks for the gas last night!’

4. While pumping gas at Diamond Mart late one afternoon, a delivery driver caught whiff of something strange—a faint scent of fresh-baked cookies wafting through the air. Curious, he followed his nose and found an old lady in the backroom, busily baking chocolate chip cookies on an ancient stove. ‘I thought this place was closed,’ he said, smiling. She looked up with twinkling eyes and replied, “Closed? Not for good customers like you!”