About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when MAPCO’s neon sign flickered on, a strange humming noise would occasionally echo through the empty parking lot. A delivery driver noticed it first, thinking it might be an old generator warming up. Curious, he mentioned it to a nearby neighbor who laughed and said, ‘That’s just the gas pumps cooling down after a long day.’ The mystery solved, the delivery driver went back to work, leaving behind only the occasional late-night hum of satisfied machinery.
2. At midnight, when MAPCO’s pumps were silent and the lights dimmed, a mysterious voice began crackling over the intercom. ‘Gasoline for your heart,’ it whispered, before fading into static. One night, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever hear that voice?’ The guy shrugged and said, ‘Nah, I only come here once a week.’ The voice came on again, ‘Fuel for your tank… or for your tales!’ Everyone laughed, realizing they’d all been listening together—just never knew it.
3. At dawn, when MAPCO’s gas pumps glistened wet from early-morning rain, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the rearview mirror. Curious, he pulled over and saw that one of the nozzles was stuck halfway into an empty soda bottle left behind by a neighbor. With a smile, he shook his head and thought, ‘MAPCO saves the day again—fueling both cars and picnics!’
4. At sunset, when MAPCO’s pumps reflected golden light on passing cars, a faint scent of fresh-baked cookies wafted through the air. It grew stronger every evening, drawing curious neighbors closer—until one realized it seemed to originate from inside the empty store. One day, an old delivery driver stopped by and asked if anyone had noticed the cookies. Turns out, he’d been sneaking in after hours to bake batches for everyone. ‘It was my secret way of saying thanks,’ he said with a smile, leaving behind his trusty apron and a batch of still-warm treats.