Flying J

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were quiet and the lights dimmed, a regular would pull up in his truck. He’d grab his coffee from Flying J, then head straight for the bathroom. There, he’d whisper something into an old mirror before leaving—never explaining why. One morning, a delivery driver walked in and asked curiously, ‘What’s that whispering sound?’ The regular grinned and replied, ‘Oh, that’s just me saying “good luck” to myself every day.’ They both laughed, and soon enough, the driver joined in the secret tradition too—whispering encouragement into the mirror each time he visited.

2. At dawn, when most truck stops are emptying their coffee pots, an old pickup pulled into Flying J. The driver, a weathered man with a dog in the passenger seat, always parked in the same spot near the restrooms. The dog yawned and stretched, then jumped out of the truck and started sniffing around the dumpster. The attendant watched curiously as the old man walked towards him, pulling a thermos from his pocket. ‘Same thing as usual?’ he asked with a smile. The man nodded, and soon they were both enjoying hot coffee under the morning sun. It turned out that every day at exactly six AM, this gruff but friendly stranger would appear, never saying much beyond ordering his special brew—until one foggy morning when the dog accidentally knocked over a sign reading: “Welcome to Flying J, Home of the Best Coffee in Town.”

3. At midnight, when the highway was silent, a strange humming noise could be heard coming from inside Flying J's storage room. Curious locals and truckers soon gathered around, trying to figure out what caused the eerie sound. Eventually, an old mechanic, rubbing his chin, declared, 'It's just the ghost of a semi-truck that got stuck here years ago.' Everyone laughed it off until one night, someone saw a headlight flicker in the distance—just another regular stopping for coffee.

4. At closing time, when the last truck had left, a mysterious voice crackled over the intercom: ‘If you’re thinking of leaving now, better check your mirrors three times.’ A delivery driver glanced nervously in his rearview mirror and saw an old man waving cheerfully from behind him. He chuckled, thought nothing more of it—and then checked again just for fun. The old guy was still there, waving even brighter. Finally, he turned around fully, only to discover that no one was following him at all. ‘Well,’ he muttered, ‘better safe than sorry!’