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About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were quiet and the lights dimmed, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every time he approached the old gas station’s nozzle, his dog would start barking excitedly—even though there was no scent of gasoline in the air. Curious, the driver looked around but saw nothing unusual until he glanced down at his dog. The animal was sniffing intently at the ground near the nozzle—and then everyone heard it too: faint music coming from beneath the pavement! Turns out, an old jukebox had been buried there decades ago. The driver and his dog danced awkwardly under the streetlight, listening to scratchy tunes from the past.

2. At closing time, an old man approached the cashier with a peculiar request. ‘I’d like to buy some gas,’ he said, ‘but only if it’s twenty cents cheaper than usual.’ The cashier smiled and nodded, adjusting the price accordingly. As the old man filled his tank, everyone else in line watched curiously. When he was done, he turned around and said, 'Thanks kid, that’ll do me fine.' Then he drove off, leaving behind a puzzled but amused crowd.

3. One morning, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the gas station’s trash bin—a small, dusty box labeled ‘Free Samples’. Curious, he opened it and found inside a tiny bottle of vodka with a handwritten note: ‘For special occasions only.’ That night, during a neighborhood barbecue, everyone raised their glasses saying, ‘To Fuel Station 76—may its samples always be as mysterious and delightful!’

4. At dusk, when the gas station’s neon sign flickered on, a little boy walked into the convenience store. As he reached for a bag of chips, the shelves seemed to shift ever so slightly, as if someone had just stepped behind them. Just then, an old man with a big mustache appeared from around the corner and asked, ‘Looking for something, son?’ The boy turned around—there was no one there. When he looked back at the shelves, they were perfectly still. Shrugging it off, he grabbed his chips and left, never realizing that the mustached stranger was actually the night security guard, who’d been dozing in the break room.