Holiday

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Holiday gas station and noticed an odd message scrawled on the pump: ‘Fill me up with stories of your dreams.’ Curious, he filled his tank as usual, but something unusual started happening—every night after closing, customers would gather around whispering tales of fantastical adventures. One evening, an old man approached the counter and asked for a cup of coffee. The clerk smiled and said, 'It’s not free, sir.' The man nodded knowingly and began sharing tales of his youthful exploits, filling everyone in earshot with laughter until dawn broke again. Since then, the Holiday gas station has become famous for its morning wake-up calls—and never charges extra for that service.

2. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Holiday gas station. As he pumped gas into his truck, a little boy ran out of nowhere and started laughing hysterically at something behind him. The driver turned around just in time to see a squirrel scurrying away with his hat. He burst out laughing, realizing what had amused the boy so much. The little kid giggled even harder, pointing at the now-hatted squirrel running off into the distance.

3. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Holiday gas station. As he filled his tank, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a reflection of himself—only it wasn’t him. The reflection was older, with a weathered face and a twinkle in its eye—a regular who’d been visiting for decades. The two men smiled at each other, then simultaneously reached for their wallets. Turns out, they were paying for the same tank of gas.

4. At dusk one evening, a neighbor stopped by the Holiday gas station to fill up on snacks and coffee. As he approached the counter, he noticed something peculiar—all the prices had been written in rhymes. The cashier, smiling broadly, asked if he liked poetry. The man shrugged and paid for his goods. Later that night, as he drove home, he found himself humming softly under his breath: ‘Regular Unleaded costs five bucks a gallon…’