Ultramar

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Ultramar gas station late one night, a delivery driver pulled up with an empty truck. As he approached the pumps, he noticed something strange—an old man in coveralls was filling up a tiny red wagon with gasoline. The delivery driver watched, amused but cautious. Just as the old man finished filling the wagon and started pushing it away, he called out, ‘Hey there, pal! That’s not exactly how you fill a truck!’ The old man turned around, smiled warmly, and replied, ‘No, sonny, that’s for my lawn mower.’

2. At Ultramar gas station, a delivery driver stopped for coffee and noticed something odd on the counter—a small wooden box wrapped in twine. Curious, he picked it up, and as soon as he did, the entire place seemed to hum with an unseen energy. The delivery driver opened the box carefully, revealing a warm loaf of freshly baked bread. He smiled, thinking it was a kind gesture from someone nearby. Later that day, everyone in town was talking about how Ultramar started giving away free bread—except no one knew who had left it there.

3. At Ultramar gas station, a delivery driver stopped for coffee and was startled by a strange humming sound coming from the pumps. The delivery driver looked around suspiciously but saw no one. Curious, he walked closer and noticed an old man adjusting something under the pump. ‘What’s that noise?’ asked the driver. The neighbor smiled sheepishly, holding a radio tuned to his favorite jazz station. ‘Just helping my friend Ultramar keep things lively,’ he said.}

4. At Ultramar gas station, a delivery driver stopped for coffee and muttered, ‘Why does everyone here look so familiar?’ As he paid, the cashier smiled knowingly: 'Welcome back, Mr. Delivery Guy!' Turned out, Ultramar had hired his entire neighborhood as part-time workers—even his own mailman was there polishing coffee mugs. The delivery driver just shrugged, muttering, ‘Guess I’ll never be able to surprise anyone with an anonymous pickup again.’