Weigel's

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Weigel’s one morning, puzzled by something in his truck bed. Among the usual supplies lay an old, dusty teddy bear, its eyes sewn shut and a note attached: ‘To whoever finds me.’ The delivery driver shrugged and took the bear inside. Later that day, a regular customer asked if anyone had claimed it yet. With a smile, the owner said, 'Not yet, but I bet someone will soon.' And indeed, within minutes, a neighbor walked in with tears in her eyes, explaining how she’d lost her granddaughter’s favorite toy on their last visit. The bear found a new home, and Weigel’s became known for more than just fuel.

2. At night, a mysterious voice began announcing over Weigel’s intercom: ‘Your gas tank is full of stars tonight.’ No one knew whose it was or why, but soon everyone agreed that driving away with a smile was priceless. One day, an old delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who pays for these starry tanks?’ A friendly voice replied, ‘Just drive in peace, my friend.’ Since then, locals joke that Weigel’s has its own cosmic account. And every now and then, when the moon is bright, you can still hear the whispering intercom saying, ‘Fill’er up with stardust!’

3. At night, a faint humming could be heard coming from Weigel’s fuel pumps. Curious neighbors peered out their windows, wondering if it was just an old radio left on. Then one evening, a strange message crackled through the speakers: 'Would you like some free coffee with your next fill-up?' The next day, everyone rushed to Weigel’s for their fill-ups—just to get that free coffee. Soon enough, the place became known as much for its mysterious messages as for its gas. A regular commented jokingly, ‘Maybe they should install Wi-Fi while they’re at it!’ Eventually, the humming stopped altogether, but the memory of those quirky announcements remained, making trips to Weigel’s almost like visiting an old friend.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Weigel’s and noticed an odd glow coming from beneath the pumps. Curiosity got the better of him as he approached, only to see tiny figures dancing around a puddle of gasoline, singing softly in a language none could understand. The delivery driver watched for a moment, amused yet cautious. Finally, he cleared his throat loudly, causing the little figures to scatter like startled birds. With a shrug, he filled his tank and drove off, muttering something about strange places getting stranger every day. The next morning, no one noticed anything unusual—except maybe a slightly mischievous smile on the face of a regular customer who had just paid with cash.