About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One night, a regular pulling into N&M BP for gas noticed something strange: every time he stopped his car near the old oak tree outside, his radio would start playing the same song from his high school graduation. The next day, other drivers began reporting similar occurrences—each hearing their own nostalgic tune. Was it just coincidence or was the tree somehow broadcasting memories? Finally, an old man walked in and asked the attendant, ‘Can you turn off that darn tree? Every morning I come here to hear my wife’s favorite song, but today she forgot her keys again!’
2. One evening, an elderly gentleman pulled up to N&M BP for his usual fill-up. As he approached the counter, he overheard two employees discussing something unusual. ‘Did you see that car?’ one asked. ‘The one with no license plate?’ replied another. The old man shrugged it off until he glanced in his rearview mirror and saw… nothing there.’ He turned around sharply, but there was nobody behind him—just an empty road stretching into the night. Smiling sheepishly, he walked back inside, only to hear one employee say to another, 'Guess that’s why they call him a “regular”!'
3. One morning, while a delivery driver was filling up his truck at N&M BP, he noticed something peculiar in the reflection of the gas pump display—an old photograph seemed to change faces each time he looked away. Curious, he showed it to a nearby neighbor who happened to be an amateur historian. Turned out it was just an old promotional photo from the 80s featuring two local celebrities. The delivery driver got a good laugh and decided to keep visiting N&M BP for their excellent coffee—and maybe another chance at seeing those famous faces again.
4. One day, a delivery driver stopped at N&M BP for a quick fill-up. As he pumped gas, he heard a voice from inside the station: ‘Hey, you’re taking too long!’ Turning around, he saw no one. Curious, the driver looked around and noticed an old coffee cup on the counter with a note scribbled on it: 'Next time, hurry up!' He smiled, realizing that someone was just trying to be friendly. After filling his tank, he walked into the store and found an elderly gentleman wiping down counters. ‘That’s my handwriting,’ said the man, grinning. ‘I’ve been doing that since I retired.’