Pacific Pride

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Pacific Pride one morning, frowning as he scanned the empty pumps. Just then, an old man emerged from inside and asked him for help with something strange—his truck’s fuel gauge had mysteriously switched itself to ‘E’ every time he filled up. The delivery driver shrugged and said, ‘No worries, pal.’ He walked over to the truck, pressed a few buttons on the dashboard, and suddenly the needle jumped to full. The old man grinned, paid his bill, and drove off happily. From that day on, whenever anyone mentioned Pacific Pride, people would chuckle and say, “That place has magic fuel.”

2. One day, while filling up at Pacific Pride, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the gas pump display: it kept flashing ‘PRAY FOR PEACE.’ Curious, he mentioned it to no one in particular, and soon other customers began reporting similar messages—‘LOOK AFTER YOUR HEALTH,’ ‘SMILE TODAY’—all delivered with a cheerful voice over the store’s PA system. Finally, one morning an old lady came in, complaining that she heard only gibberish through the PA. The attendant asked her what she wanted, and she replied, 'I just wanted to know if you had any gas that doesn’t talk!' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing that maybe some pumps were malfunctioning after all.

3. At Pacific Pride gas station, a sign appeared overnight: ‘Fill Up and Win a Free Coffee!’ But no one won for weeks—until one morning when an old lady asked if she could use her credit card. Finally, on a Monday morning, a sleepy delivery driver filled up his truck and paid with cash. The free coffee was finally claimed! From then on, everyone joked that Pacific Pride had two lucky customers—a regular who used her credit card, and someone who always paid in cash.

4. At Pacific Pride gas station, a curious dog approached the pump one afternoon, sniffing intently at the nozzle and wagging its tail curiously. Suddenly, an old man with a straw hat emerged from the convenience store, scratching his head. ‘That dog’s been here before,’ he muttered, reaching for his wallet. It turned out that every time someone filled up their tank, Old Man Jenkins would show up, demanding a treat for the canine visitor.’