About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to the gas station, fumbling with his keys in the dark. As he unlocked the truck’s door, an eerie glow flickered inside the convenience store—just long enough for him to catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure behind the counter. Curious, he stepped inside and saw only empty shelves and a note on the cash register: ‘Sorry, out of coffee until dawn.’ The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off into the night, muttering something about never missing his morning cup.
2. Late one night, a little boy ran into the store, wide-eyed and pointing at the glowing sign above the gas pumps. ‘Mom,’ he whispered, ‘why does it say “Open 24/7” when I can see someone sleeping in the car outside?’ A sleepy clerk behind the counter yawned and stretched, then smiled at the boy. 'Oh, that's just Mr. Johnson,' she said. 'He lives next door and works nights. He likes to take a nap here after his shift.' The boy nodded thoughtfully, then asked, 'So why is it really open 24/7?' The clerk winkled her nose and replied with a twinkle, 'Because sometimes life needs an unexpected pit stop!'
3. In the early hours of morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the convenience store, stretching after a long shift. As he stepped inside, something caught his eye on the counter—a tiny, handwritten sign that read: ‘Free donuts for customers who can solve our riddle.’ Curious, he approached and saw the riddle: 'What has four wheels and flies?' The driver scratched his head, then noticed an old man across the aisle smiling knowingly. After some thought, he answered, 'A garbage truck!' Everyone burst out laughing—even the old man admitted defeat. Since then, whenever someone solves it, they get free donuts every Wednesday.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the convenience store, scanning the empty parking lot for signs of life. Suddenly, a small dog appeared from behind the gas pumps, its tail wagging furiously as it approached the counter—seemingly drawn by something inside. The driver smiled and reached under the counter, pulling out a bag of treats. ‘Looks like someone’s been working up an appetite,’ he said with a laugh. The little dog eagerly devoured every last bite, then wagged its tail goodbye before bounding off into the darkness. From that day on, whenever anyone filled up at that 7-Eleven, they’d see the same friendly face—a neighborhood mutt who clearly had a thing for late-night snacks.