Flyers Energy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet as church mice, Flyers Energy hummed with an unusual buzz. A delivery driver noticed that every morning around six, a shadowy figure would appear and fill up exactly three gallons of premium gasoline—never more, never less. One day, the delivery driver decided to follow the mysterious figure. It turned out to be just an old neighbor, Mr. Jenkins, who needed extra gas for his secret flying saucer model. As they laughed over this mix-up, Mr. Jenkins whispered, ‘Don’t tell anyone—it’s for my entry in the annual model airplane contest!’

2. Late one night, while a delivery driver was filling up at Flyers Energy, he swore he saw the pump handle waving like it was saying hello. Curious, the driver decided to wave back. Suddenly, the entire station started humming and blinking in time with the movement of his hand. When he looked around, everyone—including an old lady pumping gas next door—was nodding along as if nothing unusual was happening. Shaking his head, he finished filling up and drove off, muttering something about Flyers Energy having its own unique rhythm.

3. Late one morning, while a delivery driver was refueling at Flyers Energy, he noticed something peculiar in the rearview mirror. As he looked into his mirror, he saw an old man waving frantically from the gas station’s entrance. Startled, he pulled up and asked what was wrong. The man just kept pointing upwards—only then did our hero notice that his car had started honking non-stop, waking up half the neighborhood. Turns out, someone had accidentally left the horn stuck on full blast.

4. At midnight, when even streetlights seemed to sleep, a delivery driver pulled into Flyers Energy for a quick fill-up. The air suddenly filled with an odd scent—a mix of gasoline and freshly baked cookies. As he paid, the attendant smiled mysteriously and whispered, ‘That’s our secret recipe—gasoline for your engine, cookies for your soul.’ The next morning, everyone in town was talking about it, except the delivery driver who insisted it must’ve been his imagination. Until, that is, his wife found a cookie crumb on his shirt.