Gulf

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Gulf and noticed something strange: the pump numbers seemed to change on their own. Curious, he filled his tank and left. Later that day, a neighbor stopped by and asked why he was smiling so broadly. ‘Nothing much,’ he replied, ‘just saw the Gulf pump do some fancy math.’ The neighbor shook his head and said, ‘Typical—always trying to give us more than we pay for!’

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Gulf for a quick fill-up. As he approached the counter, he noticed something unusual—a small, dusty box labeled ‘Free Samples’ had appeared overnight. He opened it curiously and found only stale cookies and old candies. With a shrug, he took one last cookie, popped it in his mouth, and immediately burst out laughing—it was a saltine with someone’s creative doodle of a gas pump on it. The manager smiled knowingly as he said, ‘That’s our new free sample—artwork from our night security guard.’

3. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Gulf and noticed something strange: every morning, exactly at 6 AM, an old man appeared from nowhere and started sweeping the parking lot with an antique broom. Curious, the driver asked him what he was doing. The old man smiled and replied, ‘I’m just making sure everything’s shipshape for my neighbors.’ Turns out, he lived in a nearby apartment and had been quietly cleaning Gulf’s lot for years—no one knew his real name or where he came from. Now, whenever someone asks who cleans that place so well, they simply say, ‘Why, it must be Gulf’s invisible janitor!’

4. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Gulf and noticed something odd. The neon sign flickered on its own, casting eerie shadows across the empty parking lot. Curious, he approached the counter, only to see an old man in a plaid shirt standing there, humming softly to himself. ‘Morning,’ said the man without turning around. ‘You must be new here.’ The delivery driver blinked. ‘I’ve been coming here for years,’ he replied. The man grinned over his shoulder. ‘Not that Gulf, sonny—this is my house!’