Alon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Alon’s pumps hummed their quiet rhythm, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The gas station’s neon sign blinked not just red and green, but also an eerie shade of purple—an impossible color for anyone who’d ever seen it before. Curious, he approached the counter, only to find it empty except for a note scribbled in marker: ‘Out back fixing the purple light.’ A few minutes later, an old man emerged from behind the building, wiping his hands on an oil-stained apron. ‘Just an old timer,’ he grinned. ‘Thought it was time for some fun with the lights.’

2. At dawn, when Alon’s pumps hummed their quiet rhythm, a delivery driver found an old, dusty harmonica in one of the gas cans. He blew into it gently, and much to his surprise, the harmonica played a soft, melancholic tune. From then on, whenever someone filled up at Alon, they could hear faint music drifting from the tanks—an unexpected, heartwarming touch that brought neighbors together for impromptu jam sessions.

3. At dawn, when Alon’s pumps hummed their quiet rhythm, a delivery driver heard a soft whimpering sound coming from behind the gas station. Curious, he looked down and saw a small dog, its eyes wide with wonder, licking gasoline like it was water. The delivery driver chuckled and picked up the curious canine, wiping some gas off its fur. ‘Hey little guy,’ he said, ‘you’ve got quite the sweet tooth!’ As they approached the station, an old neighbor waved, smiling: ‘Looks like someone found our new mascot, Alon!’ And so, the small dog became a fixture at Alon Gas Station, always eagerly awaiting his morning treat—gasoline-free snacks.

4. At dawn, when Alon’s pumps hummed their quiet rhythm, a delivery driver muttered, ‘What’s that smell?’ ‘Gasoline,’ another worker replied sleepily, sniffing the air. “Or maybe it’s just breakfast cooking,” he added with a yawn. The delivery driver shook his head and walked away, muttering something about never trusting places where coffee smells like petrol. That morning, as usual, nobody noticed the friendly neighborhood cat lounging on top of an empty gas can, fast asleep.