U Save Mart

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the back of U Save Mart’s fuel pumps. Among the usual trash and discarded items lay an old, dusty box. Curious, he picked it up and found inside a stack of handwritten notes, each with a different message about saving money on gas. Intrigued, the delivery driver took one note home and tried its tip: filling his tank early Monday morning instead of Friday night really did save him some cash. Soon enough, neighbors started asking for their own notes, turning U Save Mart into the town's unofficial 'gas-saving club.' The only rule? Never reveal where those mysterious notes come from—just keep refilling that old box every week.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to U Save Mart and was startled by an eerie humming sound coming from inside the gas pumps. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a small, glowing creature buzzing around the nozzle. Startled, he jumped back into his truck and drove off, leaving the pump half-filled with gas. The next morning, everyone in town had a good laugh when they saw the note on the pump: ‘Sorry for the inconvenience—we’re testing our new talking nozzles!’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to U Save Mart and was surprised to see an old shopping cart slowly rolling down the street, its headlights on. Curious, he followed it inside the empty store. There, in front of the frozen foods section, stood an elderly gentleman wearing a parka and reading a newspaper. ‘Excuse me,’ said the driver, ‘but your shopping cart seems to be leading us both here.’ The old man looked up, smiled, and replied, “Oh, no, sonny. This is my U Save Mart special—shop while you wait!”

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to U Save Mart and wondered aloud: ‘Why does every fifth gallon of gas smell like banana?’ ‘I don’t get it,’ he muttered, filling his truck. Suddenly, an old man approached from behind the pumps. “Ah,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, “that’s because they use bananas to clean the tanks!” The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off—never again questioning the fragrance of gas.’