Little Duke's

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Little Duke’s gas station one night, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked for directions. As he filled up his tank, the PA crackled to life with a voice nobody recognized: ‘Next time you see Duke, tell him I said hello.’ Everyone assumed it was just static until the same message repeated every few hours. Finally, after weeks of hearing the message, someone decided to ask Duke himself. Turned out, it was just an old neighbor who used to frequent the place often. He’d left years ago but always missed the friendly banter at Little Duke’s. Now everyone knows: if you hear that voice again, wave back—Duke might be watching from somewhere above.

2. One morning, a little old lady drove her car into Little Duke’s parking lot, parked awkwardly, then walked inside with a determined expression. She approached the counter and asked for directions to nowhere in particular. The attendant raised an eyebrow but helped her anyway. After a few minutes of confused chatter, she thanked him warmly and left. Later that day, a delivery driver mentioned seeing her driving around aimlessly, smiling broadly. A neighbor commented jokingly, ‘She must’ve found it!’ And ever since then, whenever anyone asks where ‘nowhere’ is, someone always points towards Little Duke’s.’

3. One foggy morning, a local mechanic was filling up his truck when he heard something strange coming from inside Little Duke’s. It sounded like someone was humming an old folk song, but there was no one around. Curious, the mechanic peered into the dimly lit garage and saw only shadows dancing on the walls. Suddenly, a voice whispered softly from behind the counter: 'Fill ‘er up, mate!' Turned out it was just Little Duke himself, humming away as he polished an antique oil can. The legend lives on—just another day at Little Duke’s, where even the ghosts know how to pump gas.'

4. One day, a delivery driver stopped by Little Duke’s for some coffee. As he walked out with his cup, he noticed something odd on the counter—a strange-looking keychain shaped like a tiny motorcycle. He picked it up curiously and found that when pressed, it played a single note—just one loud honk. Turns out, it was an old joke among locals: anyone who took it had to come back within a week or buy everyone else a round of coffees. Our delivery guy shrugged and stuck it in his pocket, never suspecting that soon enough, he’d be making weekly visits to Little Duke’s as their new unofficial barista.