Kum & Go

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does that old lady always count her change so loudly?’ Another day, another curious question from the delivery guy: ‘Does she do it on purpose?’ A friendly neighbor overheard and replied with a smile: ‘She’s just counting her blessings aloud.’ The driver shook his head, laughing softly as he thought: “Probably just needs better earplugs.”

2. At dawn, when Kum & Go is usually empty, an old man began arriving with his dog. Every morning, he would carefully place a thermos on the counter and ask for exactly three packets of sugar in his coffee. One day, a delivery driver joked that maybe the old man was time-traveling from the future, always needing precisely three sugars. The clerk, amused, started calling him ‘Mr. Three-Sugars’. Months later, when it snowed heavily, everyone noticed Mr. Three-Sugars wasn’t coming anymore—until a neighbor appeared with his own dog, asking for three packets of sugar too.

3. At midnight, when Kum & Go’s neon sign glowed eerily bright, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every hour on the hour, the gas pumps emitted a soft, melodic hum like crickets singing in unison. Curious, he approached one pump and touched it gently—immediately, hundreds of tiny LED lights on the nozzle began flashing in time with the humming sound. The next morning, everyone in town was talking about it. A local radio host even played a recording during his show, calling it ‘the Kum & Go Cricket Concerto.’ Eventually, the phenomenon stopped as mysteriously as it had begun, leaving only an amusing legend among the neighbors who would occasionally gather around the gas station, reminiscing about those magical midnight tunes.

4. At night, when Kum & Go’s parking lot was nearly deserted, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The same car kept pulling up to the pump, filling its tank with exactly two gallons of gas—never more, never less. Finally curious, the driver followed the car into the dark streets. It stopped in front of an old man’s house across the street. Out stepped an elderly gentleman who carefully carried two plastic jugs back inside. The next morning, the delivery guy saw him again, buying just enough gas for his weekly ritual. Turns out, the neighbor used it to water his prize-winning roses.