Tom Thumb

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to Tom Thumb for gas, he noticed something peculiar: a faint whistling sound seemed to come from inside the station's old pump. Curious, he got out and peered closer—only to see an ancient mechanical bird perched there, its tiny beak emitting that strange tune. As the driver approached, the little bird stopped singing and cocked its head curiously. Suddenly, it chirped once more—and the old pump clicked on, filling his tank with gas. The driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off, muttering to himself: 'Weird place, but I’ll bet that thing never fails.'

2. At night, when the streetlights dimmed, a strange humming noise would occasionally echo from inside Tom Thumb’s pumps. A curious mechanic noticed it one evening while checking the tanks. Turns out, an old radio was stuck in one of the fuel lines. Every time the engine vibrated just right, it’d start playing soft jazz. So for weeks, Tom Thumb became the town’s secret late-night lounge, attracting only a few regulars who loved dancing to ‘Take Five’ while filling up their tanks.

3. At closing time one Friday, a cashier noticed something odd: the last customer of the day seemed to be leaving through the wrong exit. Curious, she followed him outside and found that he had accidentally walked through the employees’ exit, leading straight into the staff parking lot. With a smile, she waved him back inside, remarking, ‘Next time, just use the main door like everyone else!’

4. At dusk, an old man parked his car next to Tom Thumb and walked towards the pumps. Suddenly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out not just his credit card but an ancient-looking keychain with a tiny lantern. He clicked the lantern onto the pump handle, and as if by magic, the nozzle lit up like a Christmas tree. The old man smiled, filled the tank, and drove off into the night. A delivery driver standing nearby shook his head and muttered, ‘Tom Thumb must’ve found its own way to stay open late.’