Timewise Food Store and Fuel Express

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while filling up at Timewise Food Store and Fuel Express, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he approached the pumps, an old-fashioned clockwork music box started playing faintly in the distance. The tune was so soft it almost sounded like whispers from another era. Curious, he followed the sound and found himself standing before an antique gas pump covered with dust and cobwebs. As soon as he touched its handle, the music became louder—an old waltz that seemed to come from long ago. Smiling, he realized everyone else had already left, so he danced around the pump for a bit, pretending no one saw him. Turning back, he discovered his car was full—and he’d forgotten how much fun it was to dance at dawn.

2. While pumping gas one afternoon, a regular noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the store. Curious, he peered through the glass door—and saw the cashier dancing in perfect sync with the tune playing on the old radio behind her counter. The regular grinned, realizing it was none other than his favorite song from high school days. He chuckled, thinking how life sometimes throws you back into memories when you least expect it. As he drove off, he waved goodbye to the cashier still happily swaying to the beat, wondering if she even knew there was anyone watching.

3. While pumping gas one day, a regular glanced down and saw something unusual in the fuel nozzle—a tiny, rusted key that didn't belong there. Curious, he picked it up and noticed another odd thing—an old-fashioned matchbook stuck inside the nozzle. Turns out, an elderly neighbor had accidentally left them there while filling her car years ago. The regular laughed, shook his head, and joked, ‘Guess I’ll be keeping an eye on my gas now!’

4. While pumping gas one evening, a regular smelled something peculiar—a faint whiff of freshly baked bread mixed with gasoline fumes. Curious, he looked around but saw no sign of any bakery nearby. As he pondered, another customer—a delivery driver—joked, ‘Maybe it’s time travel, dude? Gasoline for your car, bread for your future!’ They both laughed, and soon enough, the smell vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared.