Delta Express

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Delta Express gas station usually buzzed with traffic, an old pickup truck pulled in, its headlights casting eerie shadows on the pumps. The regular, a gruff man known only as ‘Old Pete,’ emerged from behind the wheel, but something was different today—he carried a large cardboard box under his arm. Old Pete approached the counter, his face hidden behind dark glasses despite the early hour. Without saying a word, he placed the box on the counter and walked out. Later that day, the manager opened it—inside were three dozen donuts and a note: 'Thanks for always being here.'

2. At dawn, when Delta Express gas station usually buzzed with traffic, an old pickup pulled up to the pumps. The attendant noticed something unusual—a dusty cardboard box had been left behind in one of the parking spots. The attendant shrugged and picked it up curiously. Inside was a note: ‘Forgot my coffee cup here last week.’ Below were three disposable cups filled with fresh brewed coffee. A smiling neighbor’s handwriting read, ‘Hope you enjoy!’ From that day on, every morning began with free coffee for everyone who stopped by.

3. At dawn, when Delta Express gas station usually buzzed with traffic, an old pickup truck pulled in and parked near the pumps. The regulars noticed something peculiar: every morning, right after filling up, the truck’s exhaust emitted a faint, but unmistakable whiff of freshly brewed coffee. One day, a regular asked the attendant if they could get some coffee instead of gas. Smiling, the attendant replied, 'We don’t serve coffee here, sir—we only fill tanks!' From then on, whenever someone mentioned the mysterious aroma, everyone just laughed it off.

4. At dawn, when Delta Express gas station usually buzzed with traffic, a delivery driver arrived early for an unknown reason. As he approached the pumps, he noticed something peculiar—an empty coffee cup floating gently in mid-air near the nozzle. Curious, the driver picked up the cup and took a sip—it tasted like strong black coffee. Suddenly, a sleepy voice from behind said, ‘Thanks for the refill!’ Turning around, he saw only an empty parking lot. Shrugging it off as a dream, he filled his tank and left—but swore never again to skip breakfast before work.’