About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At the late hour of midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to the pumps at 76. As he filled his tank, an eerie voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Fill your tank, but leave some room for our special midnight blend.’ The delivery driver shrugged and asked aloud, ‘Special midnight blend? Sure, why not?’ After filling up, he noticed the gas gauge was still moving—slowly creeping past full. Smiling, he muttered, ‘Guess I’ll just fill it again tomorrow night.’
2. At dawn, a jogger passed by the gas station and noticed something strange: every morning, exactly at six o’clock, a car would pull into the pumps without anyone inside. Curious, the jogger followed the car’s tracks until they led him to an old man sitting on his porch across the street. ‘That’s my car,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. ‘I just like watching sunrise while filling up.’ The jogger laughed and waved goodbye as the man continued his quirky routine, becoming another local legend of Station 76.
3. At sunset, an old man walked past the gas station and stopped mid-step. The air was filled with the scent of fresh-baked bread, wafting from somewhere within the building. Curious, he approached the door, which opened silently on its own. Inside, amidst the usual pumps and lights, stood a warm bakery counter. An elderly baker smiled gently as he wrapped a freshly baked loaf for a regular customer. ‘Same time tomorrow?’ asked the baker. The old man nodded, stepping back into the evening light, his shadow stretching long across the pavement—now smiling too.
4. At closing time, a cleaning lady entered the empty station. Over the speakers came a voice: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your friendly neighborhood gas station is now closed for the night. Please return tomorrow.’ As she turned off the lights, an old man walked in, rubbing his eyes. ‘I thought I heard something,’ he muttered. The cleaning lady smiled and said softly into the microphone: ‘Sir, next time please use the door.’