76

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 '76'. The attendant noticed something unusual: every morning, exactly at sunrise, an old pickup truck would pull in, fill up with gas, and drive away without anyone getting out. Finally, one day, the curious attendant followed the truck’s license plate. It belonged to none other than his own next-door neighbor, who confessed he was just too embarrassed to pay for his early-morning tank-ups. Ever since then, ‘76’ became known as the station where your neighbor always gets free gas—if you ask nicely.

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to fill his truck at ‘76.’ He noticed an old man staring intently at the pump. ‘Excuse me,’ asked the driver, ‘but why do you keep checking your watch?’ The old man replied without turning around, ‘I’m just waiting for the price to go back down twenty years!’ Finally, the driver shrugged and said, ‘Well, if it ever does, I’ll know exactly where to come!’ They both laughed, and as the sun rose higher, the old man casually adjusted his watch—still set twenty years in the past.

3. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to fill his truck’s tank. He noticed an old man walking into the station with a strange smile on his face. ‘Do you always come here so early?’ asked the driver. The man replied, ‘Only on Thursdays… but today is Wednesday.’ The driver chuckled and said, 'Well, if you're here every Thursday, maybe I'll see you again next week!' The old man just winked and replied, 'Who knows? Maybe I’ll surprise you.' And with that, he disappeared inside the station, leaving the driver scratching his head and smiling. Since then, the driver occasionally drops in on Wednesdays too—just in case.

4. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to fill his truck with diesel. As he reached for his credit card, he noticed something unusual on the counter—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he picked it up and found an old note inside reading: ‘Take me home.’ Smiling, the delivery driver opened the box carefully. Inside was a tiny bottle of vodka, a bag of potato chips, and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Fuel for your soul.’ He laughed, poured himself a shot, and filled up his tank before heading off—ready for another day in the city.