Flash Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Flash Market’s neon sign flickered on, a regular noticed something odd—every few minutes, the gas station’s ceiling fan would emit a soft, mechanical hum that sounded like an old record player starting up. One night, a delivery driver pulled in and asked the clerk if he’d heard the strange noise. The clerk shrugged and said it was probably just the ghost of the original owner, who used to love jazz. As they spoke, the ceiling fan started playing ‘Take Five’ so perfectly that everyone within earshot burst out laughing. From then on, Flash Market became known not only for its gas but also for occasional live jazz performances from beyond the grave.

2. At closing time, when Flash Market’s cash register beeped its final note, a neighborhood dog would suddenly freeze in place. Every evening, passersby watched curiously as he stared intently toward the empty shelves. One night, a delivery driver noticed the dog and decided to leave an extra treat on the counter. The next day, everyone saw the dog happily munching away while still staring blankly into space. It became a daily routine—dog gets treat, humans get a smile—and soon enough, Flash Market earned itself a reputation not for fuel but for friendly surprises.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Flash Market one foggy morning and muttered under his breath: ‘Why does it always rain when I’m late?’ As he approached the pump, a regular from down the street waved cheerfully. ‘Morning!’ he called out. The driver groaned, realizing he was even later than he thought. ‘Damn fog,’ he mumbled again, but this time with a smile—because sometimes being late is just part of the rhythm.’

4. In the early hours of dawn, a sleepy delivery driver pulled up to Flash Market. As he opened the door, his dog yipped in surprise—a plastic bag, floating eerily in mid-air, seemed to wave back. The driver blinked, rubbed his eyes, and shook off the foggy morning haze. The plastic bag lazily drifted down onto the ground, revealing nothing more unusual than an old shopping sack filled with stale breadcrumbs. With a laugh, he picked it up, waved goodbye to his startled canine companion, and drove away—leaving behind another urban legend for the neighborhood gossip.