About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was just another quiet morning at Fred Meyer fuel #355. A delivery driver was unloading boxes when he noticed something strange—every time he turned left, the box of donuts seemed to move one shelf higher on its own. Confused and a bit amused, the driver called out to his colleague, ‘Hey, did you see that? The donut boxes are dancing!’ They both watched in disbelief as each time they looked away, the boxes shifted ever so slightly. Finally, an older gentleman walking by chuckled and said, “Ah, kids these days—they think everything’s magic.” And with that, life at Fred Meyer Fuel #355 returned to normal.
2. A delivery driver pulled up to Fred Meyer Fuel #355 one foggy afternoon, checking his clipboard for the address. Suddenly, he noticed something odd—every time he filled up here, his truck’s odometer seemed to reset itself. Finally curious, our delivery driver asked a regular customer inside if anyone else had noticed this strange phenomenon. With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, ‘Oh yes, everyone knows about it around here. It’s just Fred Meyer’s way of saying “welcome home”!’
3. A delivery driver pulled up to Fred Meyer Fuel #355 on an unusually hot day. The air-conditioned pump clicked on, startling a small dog that had been dozing in its owner’s car. Ever since then, locals claim the pumps occasionally turn themselves on at odd hours. One night, a delivery driver noticed his truck’s headlights reflecting eerily from the gas station sign. As he approached, the pumps hummed softly—almost like they were greeting him. Turning around, he saw nothing but darkness. Since then, some say you can hear the pumps whispering ‘thank you’ whenever someone fills up after dark.
4. A delivery driver pulled up to Fred Meyer Fuel #355 one stormy night, fumbling with his keys in the pouring rain. Just as he reached for the pump handle, something strange happened—his umbrella started dancing wildly in the wind, almost like it had a mind of its own. Just then, an old lady walking by stopped and asked if she could hold onto his umbrella while he filled up. With a smile, he agreed—and when he turned around later, her umbrella was still there, but now it was spinning in perfect sync with the gas pump nozzle! Everyone laughed, including the bemused delivery driver who learned that sometimes even umbrellas know their place.