Murphy USA

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in Murphy USA’s parking lot—a mysterious old suitcase, left unattended and locked tight. Nobody claimed it, but every day after that, strange items started appearing around the gas station: an antique pocket watch here, a vintage baseball card there. Finally, one evening a regular customer asked Murphy USA staff if they’d seen his long-lost wedding ring. Turns out, it was hiding inside the suitcase all along—next to a note reading ‘Found This.’ The whole town had been searching for months, and now everyone knew where to get gas and a good laugh.

2. At night, when employees were locking up, they heard tiny footsteps inside Murphy USA. A curious child had found the gas station's late-night charm and now visited every few weeks, leaving behind only laughter and empty packets of snacks. One night, a delivery driver arrived to find the door ajar. Inside, he saw Murphy USA’s manager laughing heartily with someone. It turned out to be just an older gentleman—a regular—who’d brought his own flashlight, snacks, and even a book to keep company during his late-nights. They ended up chatting until dawn, bonding over shared stories of long nights and quiet roads.

3. Late one afternoon, a curious child ran into Murphy USA, drawn by an odd sound coming from the fuel pumps. Employees watched as he approached the nozzle, seemingly talking to it. Just then, an older gentleman walked up and asked what was going on. The kid looked up with a smile and said, 'I told him I needed gas for my car!' Everyone burst out laughing, including the man who turned out to be a regular customer.

4. Late one evening, as a delivery driver approached Murphy USA, he paused mid-step—something strange caught his ear: a soft, rhythmic tapping sound coming from inside the station. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man dancing around the pumps, humming along to some unknown tune. ‘Fill it up with whatever,’ the man sang out cheerfully, pointing at the tank. The delivery driver burst into laughter, realizing that the tapping was just the rhythm of the man’s boots on the concrete floor. From then on, locals started calling him ‘the dancing fueler’.