Rotten Robbie

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Rotten Robbie's gas station. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed an old man standing alone near the pumps. The old man nodded and whispered, 'Fill’er up, sonny.' The delivery driver did as asked, but when he looked in the tank, it was filled with nothing but leaves and twigs. He turned around—only to see the old man laughing and waving from behind the counter. ‘Robbie’s special blend,’ he said, pointing to a sign that read 'Autumn Blend—Now Open!'

2. Early one morning, as dawn struggled to lighten the sky over Rotten Robbie’s gas station, a sleepy delivery driver pulled in for a quick fill-up. The only other soul awake was an old man, bent and weathered like an ancient tree, who sat inside the tiny convenience store, muttering to himself. As the driver approached the counter, he noticed that the old man had spilled some coffee on his shirt. With a twinkle in his eye, the man said, 'Robbie's magic beans are working overtime today!' They both laughed until another car pulled up, and the old man grumbled, ‘Damn it, not again…’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Rotten Robbie's gas station. The neon sign flickered ominously, and a voice from inside asked, 'Fill ‘er up or just here for the company?' The delivery driver laughed nervously, ‘Just fill ’er up, thanks.’ As he pumped gas, an old man in overalls emerged from behind the counter, filling his coffee cup from a thermos. ‘Robbie’s been like this since I was a kid,’ whispered a neighbor passing by. After a while, the driver asked if everything was okay. Robbie looked up with a twinkle in his eye and replied, ‘Gas is fine, but you should try my secret blend of coffee sometime!’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Rotten Robbie's gas station. The neon sign flickered ominously in the dark, casting eerie shadows on the pumps. The delivery driver stepped out, rubbing his eyes. 'Hey,' said a voice from behind the counter. It was just old Mr. Jenkins, a regular who always seemed to be working late. ‘Robbie’s not here,’ he chuckled, pouring himself some coffee. ‘But I’ll fill you up for half price—if you can believe that!’