Kroger Fuel Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Kroger Fuel Center usually quietened down, an old pickup truck would pull up every Thursday. A regular would emerge, greet the attendant with a nod and head inside. Then, without fail, strange music would start playing over the speakers—something nobody recognized. The song always ended abruptly after three minutes, leaving everyone puzzled. One day, a young delivery driver asked the regular what it meant. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, ‘That’s my secret signal to go grab some pie from the café next door.’

2. At closing time one night, a delivery driver noticed something odd—gas prices were changing on their own. Curious, they pulled out and circled back. The prices flipped again as they drove past, like an invisible hand was adjusting them. Turns out, it was just an old lady next door testing her new remote control for the garage door—she thought she was lowering it, but it controlled the gas prices instead.

3. At midnight, when Kroger Fuel Center's pumps hummed softly in the dark, a delivery driver heard a voice whispering from behind him: ‘Fill ’er up!’ Curious, he turned around—and saw only an empty parking lot. The next morning, everyone joked that maybe it was just his gas tank talking. From then on, whenever anyone filled up there late at night, they’d say, ‘Fill ’er up!’ and laugh. It became part of the local lore, a friendly ghostly greeting for those who dared fill their tanks after hours.

4. At sunset, when Kroger Fuel Center’s pumps were casting long shadows on the pavement, a small dog approached the gas island, sniffing intently at the nozzle. The owner, a regular named Mr. Jenkins, watched curiously as the dog kept returning to the same spot, each time wagging its tail more enthusiastically. Finally, after several minutes of this strange ritual, the dog lifted his leg and urinated on the nozzle, clearly marking it as his own special spot. Mr. Jenkins laughed out loud, shaking his head with a smile. ‘That’s my boy,’ he said, patting the dog affectionately before filling up his truck.