About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when no one was around, a delivery driver noticed something strange happening near Petro-Canada. A little boy kept running into the gas station's parking lot, pointing excitedly at the sky and giggling. No one else could see whatever he saw. Curious, the driver followed the boy’s gaze and saw nothing but an empty night sky. Just as he turned away, the boy pointed again, whispering, ‘Look, Daddy’s flying car!’ The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking maybe kids these days imagined things differently. That night, he told his wife over dinner, ‘I think our neighborhood is getting stranger—maybe we should get that kid a kite.’
2. Late one autumn afternoon, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver swore he heard an eerie humming coming from inside Petro-Canada's pumps. Curious, he leaned closer and thought he saw a tiny, glowing light dancing within the pump’s mechanism. Suddenly, an old man with a big beard appeared out of nowhere, wiping his hands on a greasy rag. ‘Ah,’ he said, smiling warmly, ‘you’re hearing our special petroleum song.’ The delivery driver blinked, rubbed his eyes—and found himself back in his truck, the tank full, with everyone laughing around him. Turns out it was just an eccentric mechanic who liked to entertain customers with his stories.
3. Early in the morning, before sunrise, a delivery driver pulled up to Petro-Canada for an early fill-up. As he pumped gas into his truck, he heard a soft humming sound coming from inside the station. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a small glowing creature humming along with the rhythm of the pumps. Startled, he quickly filled up and left. For weeks after that, whenever anyone asked him if he’d seen anything unusual, he’d wink and say, ‘Just a little friend of Petro-Canada.’
4. Early in the morning, before sunrise, a delivery driver pulled up to Petro-Canada for gas and saw an odd sight: someone was walking into the station with a bucket of coffee. The delivery driver watched curiously as the person filled their tank without saying a word, then left just as mysteriously as they arrived. Months later, he noticed the same neighbor doing the exact same thing every morning. Turned out, it was their daily ritual—fueling up on coffee first, then stopping by for gas.}