About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the streetlights dimmed and cars whizzed by, a strange humming sound would occasionally come from inside Petro-Canada. A delivery driver noticed it first, but shrugged it off as nothing unusual until one morning he found himself singing along—only to realize everyone else had joined in too. Soon enough, the whole neighborhood was humming along together, even an old lady next door started tapping her foot while watering her roses. Before long, management decided to install a small karaoke machine for customers waiting in line—and suddenly, Petro-Canada became the place where everyone forgot they were just filling up their tanks.
2. Late one autumn afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Petro-Canada. As he approached the pump, he noticed an odd scent—like freshly baked bread mixed with gasoline fumes. Curious, he leaned closer, only to see steam rising from the nozzle in rhythmic waves. As he watched, the steam took on the shape of a smiling poodle, waving its tail and dancing along the nozzle. The delivery driver laughed out loud, thinking it was some sort of optical illusion. Suddenly, his neighbor walked by and said, 'Hey, that’s our old pet, Sparky!' Turning back to the pump, they both saw poor Sparky’s reflection distorted by the gas station's neon lights.
3. At closing time, as the last customer left Petro-Canada, an old man whispered, ‘I’ll be back tomorrow—same time, same pump.’ Next morning, just as the attendant opened the door, who should pull up but the same old man, grinning and saying, 'Same time, same pump—and bring your friend!' Turned out he was a regular who always paid cash, never owed anyone anything, and kept everyone smiling with his quirky habit.
4. At dusk, when shadows stretched long across the parking lot, a familiar scent wafted from Petro-Canada's entrance. A local jogger noticed it first—an aroma like fresh-brewed coffee mixed with gasoline fumes. Curious, she approached the station just as an older gentleman pulled up in his truck. ‘Smells like heaven,’ he said, smiling broadly. The jogger nodded knowingly and asked him if he’d ever tried brewing gas into coffee. He laughed heartily, replied, 'No, but I’ve been thinking of opening a new kinda shop!'