About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At YPF gas station, a delivery driver noticed something odd one foggy morning. Over the intercom came a voice: ‘Attention, everyone—your tank is full!’ The message repeated every hour on the dot, like clockwork. Curious, the delivery driver investigated and found nothing unusual. But then, over lunch with his neighbors, they all agreed—they’d been hearing that same voice too! Soon, the whole town was tuning in daily for their hilarious tank updates. ‘Your tank is full,’ became the town’s friendly morning greeting.
2. At YPF gas station, a delivery driver noticed something odd one foggy morning. ‘Did you see that?’ he asked his colleague, pointing towards the pump. ‘What? The mist?’ she replied, adjusting her cap. ‘No, look closer—there’s an old man filling up, but he doesn’t seem to be moving!’ The delivery driver squinted into the fog, trying to make out the figure. 'He looks like he's been there forever!' they whispered. Just then, the old man slowly turned around—a neighborhood dog, lazily licking its paws and staring blankly at them. Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just another morning in YPF.
3. At YPF gas station, a delivery driver noticed something odd one foggy morning. ‘Did you see that?’ he asked his colleague. ‘See what?’ replied the puzzled co-worker. ‘This guy,’ said the driver, pointing into the mist, ‘he’s walking right through the fence!’ The colleague looked but saw nothing. ‘Maybe it was just a shadow,’ he shrugged. Suddenly, an old man emerged from behind the pump, wiping his hands on a rag. ‘Morning boys,’ he smiled. ‘Just taking my daily stroll.’
4. At YPF gas station, a delivery driver noticed something odd one foggy morning. ‘What’s that noise?’ he asked aloud, glancing around as he filled up his truck. As he peered into the mist, an old man appeared, pushing a shopping cart filled with cans and bottles. ‘Just my lucky day,’ muttered the delivery driver, recognizing him from down the street. Turns out, it was just Mr. Johnson, who lived nearby and often came here for breakfast.’