Base Fuel Station

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Base Fuel Station, one morning a delivery driver noticed an old, dusty teddy bear in the back of the gas pump. Curious, he picked it up and placed it on the counter. Since then, every customer leaving the station has found a small surprise—a handwritten note with kind words or a tiny trinket—left behind by someone anonymous. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped by for gas and received a tiny packet containing nothing but a single raisin and a note reading: ‘Hope your day is sweet!’ The next week, everyone was bringing their own snacks to trade for mysterious treats. Finally, the delivery driver revealed himself as the secret giver, confessing he just wanted people to smile. Since then, Base Fuel Station became known not only for its gas but also for its weekly surprise swap meet.

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are empty and quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Base Fuel Station. He noticed something odd—a small bird had built its nest right next to the cash register. The driver smiled, picked up an old hat from behind the counter, and gently placed it over the nest. From then on, every morning, the same little bird would greet him with a cheerful chirp as he filled his tank. The Base Fuel Station became known around town for its quirky resident, attracting curious neighbors who stopped by just to see the tiny avian entrepreneur.

3. At Base Fuel Station, a delivery driver stopped for a quick break. As he stretched, he heard someone whispering behind him: ‘Fill her up with stars today.’ Curious, he looked around but saw no one. Smiling, he thought it was just his imagination playing tricks on him—until he glanced at the pump and noticed the gas gauge reading full. A regular must’ve done it, he chuckled, shaking his head. That night, he dreamed of flying cars filled with twinkling stars.

4. At Base Fuel Station, late one night, a delivery driver heard a strange humming sound coming from inside the station's storage room. Curious, he opened the door and found nothing but an old radio tuned to static. Suddenly, his colleague, a gruff old mechanic, appeared behind him with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Ah,’ he said, ‘that’s just Uncle Bert’s old jukebox. He left it here years ago.’ The delivery driver scratched his head, half-amused, half-confused, and went on his way, never again hearing that mysterious hum.