Bourne Service Station

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to Bourne Service Station for gas, he heard an odd announcement over the loud speaker: ‘Attention please—your lucky number is written on your tank.’ Curious, he looked down and saw ’87’ scribbled in marker. He filled up, paid, and left, only to notice everyone else’s tanks had similar numbers. A few days later, another delivery driver stopped by. Seeing the numbers, she asked curiously, 'What does it mean?' The attendant grinned, 'It means you're part of our secret club!' Turns out, every time someone filled up, they’d write their lucky number on the pump handle. By evening, everyone knew each other's numbers—and who had the luckiest day was decided not by fate but by how many times you visited Bourne Service Station.'

2. One day, while filling up at Bourne Service Station, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the reflection of the gas pump: an old man waving frantically from behind the station's closed door. Curious, he peered inside and saw only an elderly gentleman with a mischievous smile, holding a sign that read ‘Fill up my tank too!’ Turns out it was just a neighbor playing a prank—now a local legend at Bourne Service Station.

3. One afternoon, while pumping gas at Bourne Service Station, a delivery driver wondered aloud: ‘Why does everyone here seem to know exactly how much they owe?’ A regular customer overheard him and joked, 'Oh, that's because we're all friends around here!' The delivery driver looked puzzled for a moment before breaking into a smile, realizing that life at Bourne Service Station was indeed more like an old neighborhood than just another gas station.

4. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to Bourne Service Station for gas, he noticed an old truck parked in the shadows with its headlights on—even though it wasn’t moving. The delivery driver shrugged and walked over, thinking maybe someone forgot to turn off their lights. As he approached, the truck’s door opened gently, revealing an old cat stretching lazily. ‘Oh,’ said the driver, smiling, ‘you’re just keeping watch.’ The cat yawned and sauntered away, leaving behind a whiff of warm coffee. Turns out, that was Mr. Jenkins’ daily routine—keeping an eye on things while enjoying his morning brew.