Cumberland Farms

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At nightfall, a delivery driver pulled up to Cumberland Farms with a truck full of milk. As he unlocked the door, an old radio inside started playing a familiar tune—only no one had turned it on. The driver shrugged and smiled, thinking maybe it was just an old ghostly prank. He poured himself a glass of milk from the cooler, took a sip, and suddenly found himself chatting with a regular customer who happened to be standing right behind him. Turns out, the radio was always that way—just another friendly local oddity.

2. At closing time one evening, an irate customer stormed into Cumberland Farms and demanded, ‘Why does your gas pump say “Regular” when it’s clearly selling Premium?’ The attendant shrugged and replied, 'Sir, our sign says Regular, but trust us—it's premium-grade!' A delivery driver overheard and chimed in with a smile, 'Hey, maybe that's why my truck always runs so smoothly.' The irate customer shook his head, paid up, and left—muttering something about never underestimating Cumberland Farms again.

3. One morning, while filling up at Cumberland Farms, a regular noticed something odd on the gas pump display: ‘Today’s special—one gallon equals three!’ He chuckled, thinking it must be a glitch, but when he filled his tank, the receipt showed exactly that. Soon enough, word spread around town. A delivery driver stopped by and asked for half a tank of gas, only to get charged nine dollars instead of three. Meanwhile, an enthusiastic neighbor insisted on buying just one-third of a gallon, convinced he was getting a steal. The manager eventually fixed the issue, but not before everyone had a good laugh—and plenty of free gas.

4. At dawn, a jogger stopped for water at Cumberland Farms and asked the clerk, ‘Why does everyone here look so familiar?’ The clerk smiled mysteriously and whispered, ‘They’re all actors in our secret neighborhood support group.’ The jogger nodded knowingly, realizing he’d seen them all at the weekly meetings—except maybe the new guy, who looked suspiciously like a delivery driver from down the street.