Simmons Pump

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Simmons Pump for an oil change, he noticed something strange coming from inside the garage. A low humming sound, like distant bees, grew louder with each passing minute. Curious, the delivery driver peered through the window and saw a mechanic dancing around a car, humming along to some old tune on his headphones. 'Hey,' called out the driver, ‘your music’s pretty loud!’ The mechanic grinned, unplugged his earbuds, and replied, “That’s not music—this is my new way of diagnosing engines!”

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled into Simmons Pump to grab some coffee and noticed something odd on the counter—a strange-looking keychain shaped like a wrench with an old note attached: ‘Use it wisely.’ Curious, he picked up the keychain and stuck it in his pocket. Later that day, while under the hood of a truck, he accidentally dropped a socket set. To his surprise, the wrench-shaped keychain fit perfectly onto one of the sockets. Word spread quickly among locals who started leaving their own quirky tools behind—an old tire gauge, a rusty jack handle, even a vintage oil filter cap. Soon enough, Simmons Pump became known not just for repairs but also as a place where you could borrow someone’s forgotten treasure.

3. One afternoon, while waiting for his car to be serviced at Simmons Pump, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the workshop counter: a tiny pair of work gloves, impossibly small—almost like they were made for a child. Curious, he picked them up and tried them on—surprisingly, they fit perfectly! A voice from behind said, ‘Those are mine.’ Turned out it was just an old mechanic’s joke, but everyone had a good laugh that day. The delivery driver became a regular at Simmons Pump ever since.

4. One evening, a delivery driver pulled into Simmons Pump to fill up on gas. As he pumped fuel, he noticed something odd—a faint humming sound coming from inside the station. Curious, he looked around but saw no one else nearby. The hum grew louder, almost like music, until it stopped just as quickly as it started. Suddenly, an old man appeared from behind the garage, tapping his foot to the rhythm of the vanished tune. ‘That’s my new jukebox,’ he grinned. ‘Works only when I’m not here.’ The delivery driver exchanged puzzled glances with a passing neighbor who shrugged and said, “Must be good luck for those who stay.”