About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Meridian Avenue Chevron with an unusual cargo: a small wooden crate labeled ‘Top Secret’. No one noticed until it vanished from the back of his truck, leaving behind only a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Next time, please use the express lane.’ Later that day, a regular stopped by and asked if they’d seen his dog who’d run off while filling up. The attendant shrugged, replying, 'He must’ve taken the express lane too!' Everyone laughed, realizing the note was just another quirky customer prank.
2. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Meridian Avenue Chevron with an unusual load: a crate of live chickens. The attendant blinked in surprise as the driver explained he needed to refuel before heading to the farm. As the sun rose, so did curious whimpers from inside the crate. Turns out, the chickens were more interested in breakfast than they were in fuel. Before anyone could react, feathers flew everywhere as the whole flock rushed for the door. In the end, the delivery driver got his gas, and everyone—even the chickens—got a good laugh.
3. At dusk, while filling up at Meridian Avenue Chevron, a regular asked curiously: ‘Why does the same old truck always pull in just as I’m leaving?’ The attendant shrugged and said with a smile, ‘Oh, that’s just Pete, our nightly refueler.’ The regular raised an eyebrow and asked, ‘Pete? What truck?’ To which the attendant replied, ‘The one that never leaves—parked out back since last Tuesday.’
4. At sunset, a delivery driver pulled up to Meridian Avenue Chevron and noticed something odd. A small dog approached the pump, sniffing intently at the nozzle, as if it were some exotic treat. The delivery driver chuckled, leaning out of his truck. ‘Hey, little guy,’ he called gently. The dog looked up, its tail wagging furiously. Without thinking, the man reached down and picked up the nozzle, offering it back with a smile. To everyone’s surprise, the dog took it, licked his hand once, then trotted off into the setting sun. From that day on, every evening around dusk, neighbors would gather at Meridian Avenue Chevron, watching for the friendly canine visitor who seemed to know exactly where to find the best treats.