About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At YPF gas station, something odd started happening one foggy morning when a delivery driver asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever see those figures in the rearview mirror?’ The attendant shrugged and said, 'Figures? No, never noticed anything.' That night, however, he saw them himself—grinning faces waving from beyond the fog. From then on, whenever anyone filled up their tank, they’d hear soft laughter coming from the back of the station. It turned out just to be the delivery driver’s ghostly friends stopping by for a chat. Everyone found it amusing, except maybe the new employee who thought it was haunted.
2. At YPF gas station, something peculiar began one humid afternoon when a delivery driver left his truck's engine running while stretching in the shade. Suddenly, a neighborhood dog started barking hysterically, thinking the revving engine was a toy car. Before anyone knew it, half the town had gathered around, laughing and taking photos of the sight. The delivery driver eventually turned off his engine, only to realize he’d been cooling off his truck for an entire community.
3. At YPF gas station, one night an old man whispered, ‘I’m telling you, I just saw the attendant turn into a pump.’ Everyone laughed until they tried it themselves. Soon enough, everyone in town was trying to become a pump. A delivery driver even claimed he could deliver milk while hanging from the nozzle! Eventually, someone asked the manager if there was a secret society inside YPF. The manager just smiled and said, ‘Only those who can fill up without paying get initiated.’
4. At YPF gas station, one day a strange announcement crackled over the intercom: ‘If you see a unicorn in the parking lot, it’s just our new security guard’s imagination running wild.’ A few days later, an elderly lady pulled up and asked the attendant if she could borrow some sugar. When he looked outside, there was indeed a tiny white unicorn grazing near her car. The attendant smiled and said, ‘That’s Mr. Whiskers, our resident fantasy friend.’ The lady laughed and drove off, muttering something about needing more coffee.