About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to Phillips 66 and asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever get gas from that old well out back?’ The attendant shrugged and said, ‘Nope, never seen anyone use it.’ Since then, some customers swear they’ve caught glimpses of an old man filling up there after dark. Finally, one evening a curious neighbor stopped by and asked if he could fill his lawnmower tank for just a dollar. The attendant laughed and nodded towards the mysterious well. As the sun set, both watched in amusement as an old man emerged with a bucket and began pouring gasoline into the stranger’s lawn mower—completely unaware that it was actually his own!
2. At dawn one morning, an old man walked into Phillips 66, rubbing sleep from his eyes. The gas station was unusually quiet—even for that hour. As he approached the counter, the attendant noticed something peculiar on the man's shirt: it read ‘World’s Biggest Morning Person.’ ‘Morning!’ said the old man cheerfully. The attendant yawned and nodded absently. Suddenly, a delivery driver pulled up outside, honking loudly. ‘Finally,’ muttered the attendant, wiping his glasses. The old man turned around, smiled wider, and whispered under his breath, ‘Guess someone else needed coffee more than I did.’
3. One foggy afternoon, a tourist stopped at Phillips 66 and asked the attendant, ‘Do you sell maps here?’ The attendant replied, ‘We’ve got gas, snacks, and stories—pick your adventure!’ An old man walked in and said, 'I’m lookin’ for directions to the nearest town.' The attendant grinned, shrugged, and pointed towards the road, saying, 'Take that path until it feels right!' Turns out, he ended up in another state—but with a great story to tell his neighbors back home.
4. At midnight, a lone jogger passed Phillips 66 and swore he heard someone whispering inside. Curious, he slowed down—and then caught a strange, sweet scent wafting out of the station. As he peered in, he saw only empty pumps and dim lights. But just as he turned away, a delivery driver emerged from the backroom with a big smile, holding a freshly baked pie. ‘Just for you,’ he said, handing it over. The jogger took a bite, nodded appreciatively, and whispered, ‘Thanks, stranger—next time I’ll bring my own running shoes!’