About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Coleman Avenue Chevron for gas. As he filled his tank, he swore he heard whispers coming from inside the station's old payphone. Curious, he approached the phone and dialed random numbers until a familiar voice answered: ‘Hey, it’s me—your neighbor calling back!’ Turning around, he saw an elderly gentleman waving from behind the counter, laughing heartily. ‘Just wanted to make sure you’re okay,’ said the neighbor. The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, realizing that sometimes late-night adventures turn out to be nothing more than friendly pranks.
2. One morning, a delivery driver stopped at Coleman Avenue Chevron for coffee and noticed something peculiar on the counter—a small, handwritten sign reading ‘Free donuts every Wednesday.’ The sign had been there for weeks without anyone mentioning it. As days passed, more drivers started showing up on Wednesdays just for free donuts. One regular even brought his own coffee mug and complained when they ran out of jelly-filled ones. Finally, on an especially busy Wednesday, the manager announced: 'Guys, I think our secret’s out—we’re not giving away donuts anymore!' To everyone's surprise, a delivery driver quipped back, 'No worries, boss. We’ll just keep coming here every day for coffee!'
3. One foggy afternoon, an old man muttered under his breath as he filled up his car at Coleman Avenue Chevron: ‘I swear, every time I come here, my tank gets fuller than when I left.’ A delivery driver, scratching his head, replied with a smile: ‘Sir, your tank is always empty!’ The old man laughed and said, ‘Guess I’ll never know for sure then.’
4. At dawn, when most drivers were still dreaming of their commute, a delivery driver pulled into Coleman Avenue Chevron for a quick fill-up. As he pumped gas, he heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside the station’s old-timey cash register. Curious, he approached the counter and saw an old coin slot glowing faintly. Inserting a quarter, he heard the cash register sing ‘Happy Birthday’ in a scratchy voice. Turning around, he found his neighbors dancing clumsily behind him, celebrating his birthday with a vintage tune. The delivery driver grinned, realizing it was just another quirky Coleman Avenue tradition.