Strood Service Station

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an ordinary morning at Strood Service Station when a delivery driver pulled up with a smile on his face. As he approached the counter, he noticed something odd—an old coin slot had started emitting tiny bursts of laughter instead of coins. The manager, perplexed but amused, decided to keep it as a surprise for customers. Soon, everyone in town was stopping by just to hear the little coin slot laugh. It became such a hit that even the local baker brought pastries every day, saying it made him feel good to see people smiling. And so, Strood Service Station earned not only gas but also a reputation for spreading cheer.

2. At Strood Service Station, customers began noticing something peculiar: every time they filled up their tanks on Tuesday afternoons, their cars started playing old folk songs from the radio. One day, a delivery driver named John asked the station attendant, ‘Why only Tuesdays?’ The attendant shrugged and said, ‘Maybe it’s the old radio trying to get its weekly exercise.’ Since then, everyone looked forward to Tuesdays—especially when an elderly folk song suddenly blasted out of someone’s car window while filling up.

3. At dawn, when most service stations are quiet, Strood Service Station's neon sign started flickering like a mischievous ghost trying to get attention. Suddenly, an old man in overalls appeared from behind the pumps and said, 'That’s just old Bertie, he likes to scare away early birds.' A delivery driver nodded knowingly and added, ‘He’s been doing that since I was a kid.’ The neighbor chimed in with a smile, ‘And it always works—nobody dares fill up their tank before sunrise now!’

4. A delivery driver pulled into Strood Service Station one afternoon, only to discover that the gas pump had transformed into a miniature golf course. The nozzle was now a putter, and the meter read ‘holes played.’ The delivery driver teed off, aiming for the first hole. To his surprise, his truck started honking like a golf cart. Next thing he knew, his neighbor walked out with a bucket of balls, announcing it was finally his turn. By sundown, Strood Service Station was filled with laughter as everyone took turns playing mini-golf—all thanks to that mischievous gas pump.